For Internal Use Only - Please Do Not Forward

Email Surveillance

Oscar's eyes stayed glued to the screen. "There's a memo from IT. Just came in."

Kevin leaned in beside him, mouth slightly open, already eating a mini Snickers.

"What's it say?"

"You have a computer." She hissed.

Oscar clicked it open. "It says Michael now has admin access to everyone's email. For 'managerial insight and accountability.'"

Angela blinked. "He can read our emails?"

Oscar nodded. "Yeah. All of them."

Angela stiffened in her chair and immediately began clicking furiously.

Kevin looked at his monitor like it had personally betrayed him.

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KEVIN

I gotta erase a lotta stuff.
A lot of stuff.

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The buzz was spreading. People were whispering, deleting, adjusting their monitors like it mattered. Jim tilted his chair toward Pam.

"Think he's already read mine?"

Pam shrugged. "I don't know. What's the subject line?"

Jim thought. "'Re: Should we convince Michael that Toby's sleeping with Jan?'"

Pam gave him a look. "Yeah. That one's gone."

Across the room, Sloane remained exactly where she was, unbothered. She tapped her spoon against the bottom of the yogurt cup and leaned back in her chair, looking fully detached from the mini panic breaking out around her.

Angela passed by and slowed as she neared Sloane's desk.

"You're not going to at least look through your email?" she asked, voice tight.

Sloane didn't look up. Just gave a half-shrug. "I don't have anything to hide."

Angela frowned. "Well... you never know."

She glanced over toward Dwight, who was hunched over his own computer like he was defusing a bomb, already looking back at her. She then promptly walked off.

Sloane watched her go, then turned her eyes back to her yogurt. "I don't know what all these freaks are so worried about." She muttered, mostly to herself.

Ryan, seated a few feet away, turned slightly in his chair, slightly grinning. "I know. I mean, I know I don't have..." He trailed off, catching himself mid-thought.

"Hey, can I just—?"

He stood, casually walked around his desk, and stepped up to hers.

Sloane looked up, mildly confused at the sudden movement.

"Can I just see something real quick?" he asked, voice casual, like they were discussing printer toner.

Sloane paused. She studied him for a second.

Then shrugged. "Okay."

She looked back down at her yogurt like she was thinking this might as well happen.

Ryan leaned over her desk, planting both palms on the surface and taking quick control of her mouse.

She didn't bother reacting—until, out of instinct, she glanced up.