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Your first day at Dunder Mifflin was a blur of unpredictable introductions, memos, and awkwardly balancing a box of office supplies on your paper-ridden desk. As you settled in, your fingers grazed the phone’s buttons, and before you could stop yourself, the call button lit up.
And then, suddenly, a voice came through the receiver.
“Dunder Mifflin, this is Pam.”
You froze. Your heart skipped a beat. You hadn't intended to make a call. In fact, you were just sorting through a pile of files at your desk, trying to figure out where to start on the mountain of tasks you had ahead. But now—now you were staring down at the phone in trepidation, realizing you had somehow accidentally called the reception desk.
“Uh… yeah. Hi, Pam. Sorry, I, uh… didn’t mean to call you.” you stammered.
Pam’s voice came through the gritty speaker, underlying with warmth and a hint of amusement. “Oh no, really, it’s totally fine. I was just wondering when you were going to call me sooner or later. You know, I was getting lonely over here.”
You couldn’t help but crack a smile as Pam plays along. You figured she was trying to lessen the blow of your mishap. “I… I wasn’t planning on calling you. I was just, uh, reorganizing my desk and kind of, you know… accidentally hit the button.”
Pam paused for a moment. There was a soft, teasing lift in her voice when she spoke again. “Uh-huh. Sure. An accidental call. I’m sure that happens all the time.”
It had become sort of an unspoken routine between you and Pam, a small habit that started innocently enough.
It had been about six months since you’d first started working at Dunder Mifflin. You’d never imagined that a place as disorderly as this office would become almost a second home to you, or the growing fondness around someone like Pam Beesly would become such a central part of your day.
But here you were, sitting at your desk in the middle of a dead afternoon, phone in hand, eagerly waiting for it to buzz with purpose.
And, of course, it did.
You glanced down at the digitized screen. A smile tugged at the corner of your mouth as you were quick to dial her back.
“Hey, it’s Pam,” came her familiar voice, warm, and a little bit sheepish. “So… uh… I just wanted to check in.”
You leaned back in your chair, phone propped up against your ear, grinning widely. “Check in? Pam, we just talked like… ten minutes ago.”
She chuckled, and you could practically hear the shrug in her voice. “Yeah, but I thought you might need a break. You look like you're buried in paperwork.”
You lower the phone, subtly glancing across the room toward the reception desk where she sits from afar. She catches your wandering eyes from the distance with a dumbfounded look of her own.
Caught, you raise the phone back towards your ear, a smirk tugging at your lips. Lowering your voice into a playful whisper, you taunt, “Don’t tell me… you miss me already. Or maybe… you’re spying on me?”
Pam paused for a moment to give you a look. There was a soft, teasing undertone in her voice when she spoke again. “…Should I call you again in another ten minutes or do you want to actually work for a while?”
You couldn’t help but stifle a laugh at the question. This wasn’t the first time she’d called just to see if you were doing okay, or to lighten the mood when the office felt dull or overwhelming.
Instances such as these had started out small, little phone calls—a quick check-in, a comment about the weather, or a question about how your day was going. Eventually, those quick calls turned into little daily moments of shared jokes and stories. And somehow, it had become something you both looked forward to—those soft, almost shy conversations that no one else knew about.
But over the weeks once you really settled in your work schedule, it had become a full-blown habit between the two of you. Pam would call once, maybe twice a day if you were lucky, just to chat. No real reason, really. It wasn’t required by the office’s standard, but it was more like a quiet ritual, a little moment of connection you’ve grown accustomed to in the sea of phone calls, meetings, and tasks.
“I don’t know,” you said, finally answering her question from before with a playful edge. “I think, I’ll let you keep calling until you get bored of me.”
Pam’s laughter rang out on the other end, making your heart swell up. “Oh, trust me. I’m never going to get bored of you. In fact, I might just call you twice tomorrow, just to make sure you’re staying productive.”
“Uh-huh. I’ll believe that when I see it.” you retorted.
“I’m serious!” she replied, her voice mock-stern. “You’re practically my employee, you know. I have to make sure you’re staying on task.”
You leaned back in your chair again, twirling a lock of hair in awe. “Sure thing, boss. You keep me in line.”
For a moment, there was just a comfortable pause between you. Neither of you needed to say anything. You could both hear the soft shuffle of papers in the background, the hum of the office settling into its afternoon rhythm.
“So,” Pam began again, the sound of her voice drawing you out of the silence, “When are we going to grab that coffee you promised me a few days ago? I’m starting to think it was just an excuse to get me to call you more.”
You grinned, glad she was keeping the playful vibe going. “Okay, okay. How about this Friday? I’ll shoot you an email and we’ll grab coffee.”
“And… I’ll even let you talk about furniture for an hour.” You trailed on, finishing with a chuckle.
She laughed. “Deal. I’ll bring the sketches for the perfect desk chair. I know you have been dying for a new one.”
“I’m so ready for that,” you teased back.