For Internal Use Only - Please Do Not Forward

Email Surveillance

Sloane didn't say much — she rarely did — just nodded once, slightly raised her index finger and pointed behind Pam.

"Fax."

Pam blinked. "Oh, yeah. Hang on." She stood and turned toward the machine.

Before either of them could move further, a voice floated through the office — one that immediately triggered both of them to turn their heads in sync.

"Hey, just so ya know," Dwight announced to no one and everyone, "if you have a lot of sensitive emails, they need to be deleted immediately."

Angela's voice came from behind him by the copier. "I know."

"Good," Dwight replied firmly, as if that sealed it.

Pam slowly turned back toward Sloane, who already had a sharp, narrowed look on her face — part suspicion, part disgust.

Pam craned her head around Sloane, trying to spot Jim.

"Hey," she whispered, waving him over.

Jim glanced up. "Something just happened," Pam whispered, Jim stepping around his desk toward her. "Dwight just told Angela that she has to delete all of her sensitive emails immediately."

Jim raised his eyebrows. "What?"

"I know!"

Jim stared thoughtfully ahead. "Hmm..."

Pam glanced between Jim and Sloane. "Do you think that they're like—"

"No," Jim and Sloane said in unison. Immediate. Firm. Please no.

"Right. No. No, right." Pam nodded quickly, like shaking off a nightmare. She furrowed her brow, still uncomfortable, Jim stared into the distance, lips pursed, Sloane slowly shook her head like someone watching a ship go down.

A long beat.

"Ugh, ew. Ew, ew...Maybe?" Pam grimaced.

Sloane deadpanned, "Don't."

Pam backed off. "Right."

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PAM

It's like squishing a spider under a book. It's gonna be really gross but I have to look and make sure that it's really dead. Sooo... [to camera guys] If you guys see anything... ?

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Pam leaned casually on her desk as Dwight passed by.

"Hey, Dwight," she called out, her voice light, almost conversational. "Um, my friend is kinda into these two girls that he works with."

Dwight paused, intrigued. "Nice."

"One is tall and brunette," Pam continued, glancing sideways at the camera, "and the other one is short, and blonde, and perky... and kinda judgmental."

Dwight squinted slightly, clearly invested. "Does he have access to their medical records?"

Pam blinked. "Ummm..."

Ryan leaned sideways in his chair, looking over at the scene over by reception. He lowered his voice as he whispered across to Sloane.

"What's happening?"

Without looking away from her monitor, Sloane answered flatly, "Dwight and Angela."

Ryan shook his head, confused, "What does that... oh." The word tightened at the end as realization hit him mid-syllable.