For Internal Use Only - Please Do Not Forward

Email Surveillance

Jim laughed. "Oh man. Oh, you know what, speaking of which—" He turned to Pam. "I was just trying to get a handle on, you know, numbers for food and stuff. So do you think Roy's gonna come or...?"

Pam shrugged casually. "Oh, no, he can't make it."

"Cool," Jim nodded.

The crew panned to Sloane giving someone a suspicious look, then panned across the office at Ryan. He was already watching Jim and Pam with a faint, knowing grin and looked over at Sloane just in time for them to share a brief smirk

"Hey there," Michael said, stopping in front of Jim.

"Hey," Jim replied.

"Almost quittin' time."

Jim glanced at the clock. "Yup, it's, uh... four o'clock."

"One more hour. Take care of anything you forgot to do," Michael said, rocking on his heels. "Hey, you know, I don't know if you have any plans tonight, but if ya don't, we could hang out."

Jim hesitated. "Oh. Um... I can't."

"You have plans."

"Uh hmm. Definitely."

Pam and Sloane exchanged a brief, pained look behind him.

Michael nodded, suddenly defensive. "I do, too. I do, too."

"You do?"

"Yeah. Big plans."

"Because you said 'do you wanna hang out'—"

"Tonight, I can't do it tonight, no. Improv class. Hanging out with my improv buds."

Jim blinked. "Really?"

"Yeah."

"Aw, that sounds like a lot of fun."

"It's the best. Would not miss it for the world. But if something else came up, I would definitely not go."

"Improv sounds great."

"It is. Okay."

"Alright."

A cough echoed from across the room.

Michael turned. "What?"

Jim didn't even look up. "I think Stanley just coughed."

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Everyone was starting to pack up and head out. Michael hovered near the exit, trying to catch people before they left.

"Hey, Pam," he said, stepping in front of her. "Do you need me to walk you to your vehicular transport?"

Pam didn't stop moving. "No thanks."

"Alright."

He pivoted. "Oscar, got big plans tonight with—"

"I'm on a call," Oscar said, holding up a hand.

Michael turned. "Kevin, big man, big man, what are you doing tonight? Where you off to?"

Kevin smiled. "My brother is in town, and we are going to see the Alaska Film Festival at the Scien—"

"Okay, alright."

Kevin frowned, still mid-sentence. "Oh."

Michael spotted Angela walking briskly toward the door. "Hey, Angela. Rushy, rushy. Where you rushin' off to?"

Angela didn't break stride. "I'm just leaving for the day."

"Yeah, well, duh. Where ya headed?"

"Charity. Bake drive."