The Office

The blonde gripped the ends of her jacket, tugging it down as she straightened her back in her seat. She assured her appearance was as pristine as the rest of her office and adjusted the small microphone that was pinned to her shirt to make sure it was hidden from view. Tossing her perfectly straight over her shoulder, her green eyes fell on the two-person camera crew in front of her. "Are you filming?"

Instead of a reply, the woman in charge of the operation and directing the young man with the camera nodded at her.

Aubrey reached out to the edge of her desk and ensured that her nameplate was perfect, just like the rest of her desk. She took a deep breath, her nerves finally calming and allowing for her salesperson smile to shine, "Okay. What would you like me to talk about?"

"Just tell us about yourself, the office, anything you can think of really," the woman explained.

"My name is Aubrey Posen," she enunciated. "I am the Regional Manager of the Scranton branch of the Barden Paper Company. I've worked here for five years and became branch manager within two years because I was the most effective salesperson they had and the previous manager was arrested for embezzlement."

"Can you take us around the office?" the cameraman asked.

"Of course," the blonde stated, standing up from her seat and making her way out into the heart of the office. Her first stop was the curved desk at the front of the room, "This is our receptionist, Chloe. She's been with us for three years now and going strong," Aubrey shook her fist as a show of excitement, but the action almost came off as threatening.

"I'll let her know," she spoke over the phone. The redhead waved at the camera, her head tilted to the side to hold the phone receiver while she jotted down a something on a sticky note. Hanging up, she flashed a brilliant smile before turning to her boss, "Your doctor just called."

"Don't you want to tell the nice documentary people about yourself?" Aubrey asked, nervously smiling at the woman to the camera.

"Not really," Chloe droned, running a hand through her wavy red hair. "I'll just leave the message in your office if that's okay."

"You can tell me now, no problem," Aubrey chuckled. Resting her elbow on the desk, she focused on the camera lens again. Rushing her words, she explained, "Chloe and I have been best friends since college. We used to live together until she got engaged, but our relationship is totally professional in the office."

"I'm going to leave it on your desk," she nodded, biting her lower lip.

"Really, just tell me now. In this office, we promote open communication and this is a great way to show that," she smiled.

Looking directly at the camera, letting out a deep sigh, she turned back to the blonde, "Your gynecologist wanted to remind you that you have an appointment next Thursday at three. She also asked that you not come wearing a gown again since they have them there."

Lips tightly pursed, Aubrey inched closer to the receptionist and whispered, "You couldn't have told me that later."

Chloe shrugged, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. Aubrey shoved herself off the desk and made her way to the sales associates across from her.

"Hey, boss," an excited young man perked up at the sight of her.

The woman whose desk sat next to his mumbled, "Kiss-ass."

Aubrey attempted to calm herself again, feeling her blood pressure rise at the sight of the two. "These are two of our outstanding sales associates. Jesse has been here-"

"I've been here for four years," Jesse cut in. "I'm the Assistant Regional Manager-"

"-Assistant to the Regional Manager," the blonde corrected, pinching the space between her eyes as she felt a migraine forming.

The woman beside him snickered, mentioning, "He's the best and brightest sidekick that Aubrey has ever had."

"I'm not a sidekick-"

"Jesse, quiet," Aubrey scolded. "And right in front of my office, is Rebecca-"

"That's actually not my name," the brunette smirked, settling even further into her chair. "Not even on my birth certificate."

Her head spun towards the shorter woman as she hissed in a low voice, "Do not embarrass me."

"I'm Beca, how are you doing?" she asked the crew behind her boss, both of them smiling at her. "I hope you all have a fun time here because I know that I do."

"Beca has been here for three years and done absolutely nothing to prove herself," she stated with a sense of accomplishment, insulting Beca being her favorite pastime.

Nodding, the brunette continued, "And I don't plan on doing it anytime soon."

"Now, let's meet everyone else," she said, moving away from the pair quickly. The trio of desks behind them was much less intense, something Aubrey was grateful for. "Here we have Jessica and Ashley, honestly it's hard to tell the two apart sometimes."

"Not really-" the blonde one started before she was cut off by Aubrey.

"And Cynthia Rose," she smiled at the woman on the phone. "CR is hilarious. Got any good jokes today?"

"I'm working," Cynthia Rose muttered.

"She's working, we won't bother her," Aubrey's smile fell as she moved towards the next section of desks in the back. "This is our purchasing department. Both Stacie and Lilly have been with us for two years now and are getting us the lowest prices for paper. I think it's mostly Stacie because I'm not sure anyone can hear Lilly."

"Actually, most of the wholesalers overcharge us. I get discounts since I've been sleeping with their managers, so you're welcome," Stacie winked at the man holding the camera and crossed her legs, her skirt coming up even higher on her thighs.

"Great," Aubrey whispered. Nearly jumping to the corner of the room, she swung her arms out to introduce three more people. "Amy, Flo, and Alice are our accounting department-"

"Fat Amy," the bigger blonde announced, tossing a few candies into her mouth.

"I'm not calling you that," Aubrey told her in her sternest tone.

Shrugging, the Australian woman asserted, "Then I'll call you by your nickname."

"I don't have a nickname, Amy."

"You do around here," she promised. "There's a few. You can even pick between them. There's Satan, Bitch-monger, Cun-"

"Where the hell did these come from?" Aubrey asked, her hands slamming down on the desk in front of her.

"It's not appropriate to cuss in the office," Alice said absentmindedly, flipping through an expense report.

"Please ignore our prophet," Amy said to the camera, going back to back her boss. "You should ask Human Resources about the names."

Before she had even finished her sentence, the uptight blonde was stomping towards the very back of the office. She passed a blonde man in his own office, who waved at the camera only to be ignored by his boss. Rushing through the kitchen, she swung the door to the back office space open and stood in the entryway with the authority of a police officer.

"Morning, Aubrey," the young man at the desk in front of her mumbled without looking to see who it was.

"Who came up with those horrid names for me?" she questioned. The brunette slowly spun around in his seat, a look of confusion on his face. Instead of letting him respond, she continued on her rampage, "Don't you dare act dumb, Bumper. You stupid son of a-"

"Are these the documentary people?" an excited voice came from behind the divider beside Bumper. Two heads popped up from above the wall, one donning a curly head of hair and the other a pristine brunette.

"Yes, god," Aubrey let her head fall into her hands, her anger bubbling and threatening to break free with each passing second. She hurried through her words, not bothering to fully introduce them, "Benji and Emily are our Customer Services department. Great kids."

Bumper shuffled forward in his seat, catching the blonde's attention once again, "If you want to speak to me, you have to set up a meeting."

"No one cares," she sneered. Straightening her outfit once again, Aubrey walked away from the HR representative and threw a sly middle finger over her shoulder.


The blonde man ruffled his hair, playing with his tie as he introduced himself, "Luke, head of Shipping and Distribution. I used to work in the warehouse, but I think Aubrey liked my accent and hired me up here."

"Do you know who made up the nicknames for your boss?" the woman asked her, getting to the point of their meeting.

"Names?" His eyebrows came together, but just as quickly went back to normal as a look of amusement came over his face. "Oh, yeah. It was Bumper. I think Beca was the first one to call her Satan, but Bumper created an entire dictionary on her other 'aliases.' He sent out a PDF file to the rest of the office. The first few were pretty funny, but then they started to get... weird."


Beca placed the receiver back in its place, having finished another call for that day. It may have been her fourth one, but it had already drained her of what little soul she had left. The brunette leaned back in her seat, the back of her neck resting in the palms of her hand as she glanced around the room.

Her gaze connected with the bright blue eyes of the receptionist, the redhead grinning when Beca raised her eyebrows at the amount of time she had been on the phone. The brunette rose up out of her seat, sauntering over to the receptionist and picking up the last part of her conversation.

"- I can't help you with that… I didn't tell you to take the day off, you're the one who insisted on it… I told you that I wasn't coming with you…" Chloe sat in silence as the person on the other end continued, the redhead rolling her eyes and making Beca snicker at the sight. "I can't just use a sick day because you tell me to… Listen, I'm working… No, don't call me back… Bye."

"Who was that?" Beca asked, reaching over the desk to get to Chloe's secret stash of candy.

The fiery haired woman used her forefingers to rub her temples, slowly sighing while she calmed herself. Her stomach was in a knot and her face burning from the amount of anger that she was currently holding on to. "Tom."

"Couldn't he just come up here to talk to you?" she questioned, her tongue moving the candy around in her mouth as Chloe's head tilted forward.

"He could," her lips formed a tight line. "But he decided last night that he was going to drive to Pittsburgh with his brother to watch the Penguins opening game."

"Why didn't you go?"

"I don't go to anything sports related with Tom or his brother anymore," Chloe shook her head. "Besides, he didn't even really ask me. He told me to go, so I told him to screw off."

"Ya know what you should do?" Beca smirked, watching as the look of frustration on her friend's face refused to budge.

She shrugged, resting her chin on her fist, "What?"

"You," Beca reached out to tap the receptionist's nose, the corner of her mouth tugging up slightly and threatening to transform her frown into a grin, "should pay attention to what's about to happen behind me."

"What's about to-"

The door to the kitchen swung open. Bumper marching to the center of the room and clapping repeatedly to garner everyone's full attention. "Very funny. You all are so fun-"

"Can you get to the point?" Stacie called out from her seat.

"One of you people," he said, turning and pointing at each person in the office, "took my computer."

Shaking her head, Jessica told him, "That's ridiculous."

"You probably just misplaced it," Beca threw in as she walked behind Chloe, one hand holding on to the back of the chair. "Where was the last place you had it?"

"My office," he informed, thinking through his actions of the past few hours.

"You don't have an office," Beca corrected.

Nostrils flared and his head pounding, Bumper finally blew his short fuse, "I swear to god, if someone doesn't fucking tell me where my computer is then I am GOING TO-"

"Did you check outside?" Jesse asked, finalizing a sale he had just made.

"I… Will do that," Bumper whispered, taking his time to walk towards the entrance. He took one final glance behind him before heading into the hallway. Beca silently followed, closing the door behind him and locking it once he was far enough away.

The prankster shoved her hands in her pockets, ambling back to the receptionist who now bore a huge smile on her face. She felt a familiar ache in her cheeks from attempting to hold in her laughter, something that she tended to feel every day since becoming close with Beca Mitchell.

"Better?" Beca smirked.

"Much better," Chloe assured, pulling her top lip between her teeth. She attempted to hide the blush taking over her face as Beca gave her a genuine smile. "Hey, what are you doing this weekend?"

"Classified," the brunette looked over her shoulders as if to make sure no one was watching. "The CIA wouldn't appreciate me informing civilians of our work."

"Does that mean you have a date?" Chloe asked sarcastically, poking fun at the fact that Beca had been single since the day she had started working at the paper company.

Beca blinked rapidly, her hand coming up to cover her heart, "Is that meant to be a joke? Because I do have a date tonight."

"Oh," the redhead muttered, her usually bright smile faltering at the edges. "I didn't-"

"I'm kidding," she told her. "Why? Did you want to do something? I hope you say yes, or else I'm going to have to hang out with Jesse the whole time."

"I mean… Tom is going to be gone most of the weekend, so I have the apartment all to myself." Chloe put the back of her hand against her forehead, now pretending to be a damsel in distress, "What will I ever do all by my lonesome?"

Smirking, Beca braced her forearms on top of the worktable, "Just so you know, I'm not your typical cheap lay. I have standards."

"Standards? I would never have guessed."

"Yes," she nodded vigorously, "I need to be fed every hour on the hour until midnight, I can't have any water splashing on me, and I should be kept out of sunlight at all times."

"Aubrey was always convinced you were a Gremlin," she giggled.

"Maybe, maybe not. It's a big secret, but I can tell you about it more the next time I get bored."

The brunette began the short trek to her workspace, Chloe breathing, "I'll see you in ten minutes."


"What? No, Chloe and I- no. We've never been anything but friends," Beca chuckled nervously, her eyes flitting from corner to corner of the conference room. "She's been with Tom since I met her. They got engaged maybe a month into me working here."

Her dark blue eyes looked out the window into the office, watching as Chloe answered another call with a look of boredom obvious on her delicate features.

"Long, long engagement," she sighed.


"I've met Tom a few times," Jesse's goofy grin brightened the space. "Um- I guess he's an okay guy. Honestly, I kind of forget that he's even with Chloe since her and Beca are always together. Emily used to think we were lying to her by telling her they weren't a couple."


"God, I'm so glad you decided you wanted to see more of the office," Aubrey smiled, hurrying down the stairway and towards the door to slowly open it. "This is the warehouse. This is where they do the real heavy lifting;"

"SUCK IT, DONALD," one of the warehouse members yelled.

Aubrey stood at the top of the steps, looking down at the large open space that now contained two basketball goals near the front of the warehouse. "Oh my god," she hissed.

Instead of running the warehouse and actually working, each of the employees was instead dressed in gym attire and playing an intense game of basketball. Some of them glanced up and actually saw Aubrey making her way towards them, but none of them actually appeared to care.

"Hey, pretty thing," Unicycle called out as he passed the ball off to Greg. "Whatcha doing down here?"

Assuring that her posture was perfect, Aubrey ignored his flirting, "I'm giving a tour of the office, if you must know."

"You wanna play?" Donald teased, laughing at the unamused look on the blonde's face.

"I can't since I'm actually working," she quipped.

Greg held the ball tight, halting the game and focusing his attention on the Regional Manager. "It doesn't look like you're working."

"Well, I am," she promised. "You all should too if you don't want to be here next weekend."

"Really now? You wanna bet on that?" Greg responded with a grin.

Aubrey's blonde hair flew over her shoulder as she looked into the camera, her nostrils flared and her eyes screaming that she had just made a mistake.


"No, I wouldn't say that today was the best day to be filmed for this documentary," Aubrey sighed, her hands clenched together in a fist on top of her desk. "Honestly, this office usually runs a lot smoother."


"She said that?" Stacie asked the camera. "It's a miracle we haven't been downsized yet. But I'm willing to do whoever it takes to keep my job, so I'd be fine." The busty brunette held her hand out in front of her, looking at her nails as she changed the subject, "Why have you been filming Beca and Chloe more than me?"


Beca picked her messenger bag up off the floor, throwing the item over her shoulder as she made her way to the lovely receptionist. "Hey."

Chloe held her forefinger to her lips as she finished a call. Beca mimicked the action, smirking at her friend. "Tom, you can't keep calling me at work like this… It isn't your decision… I don't care what you do… Fine." The redhead slammed the receiver back into the holder, a frown firmly in place.

"What's up?" Beca asked with a quiet tone, not wanting to let anyone else in the office know her business.

"Tom left the tickets at the apartment, so he wants me to drive all the way there to give them to him," she sighed, her head falling into her hands.

Beca instinctively grabbed the woman's hand, pulling them away so that she could see her beautiful face, "You don't have to, it's his fault anyway."

"If I don't then he'll just be an ass once he comes home," she shook her head.

The brunette watched as Chloe's bright blue eyes became rimmed with red, "You want me to go with you?"

A melodic giggle escaped her lips, thinking about how ridiculous it would be to get Beca to go with her. "It's like a five-hour drive, so don't even worry about it. I'll probably just end up staying there the night."

"You sure?" the brunette ensured, biting her lower lip out of anxiety and doing her best not to imagine the redhead and Tom together that night.

"Yeah," she nodded. "I guess we won't get to hang out this weekend."

"What about tomorrow?"

"Tom's going to be heading home after the game, which means he'll be upset if I'm not there once he gets there."

"Maybe we can do something next week," Beca suggested, her voice weaker than it had been originally, but she was hoping that only she could tell.

"Maybe," Chloe perked up, giving her friend a small smile.


Beca kicked at the sidewalk beneath her feet, stumbling over her words, "Uh- Yeah, you all should be able to meet Tom on Monday. It's too bad you didn't get to today. H- He's a great guy, ya know. He's engaged to Chloe, so that should say something about him," she let her dark blue eyes wander across the parking lot as the receptionist pulled out of her spot, giving a small wave as she left. Beca gave a salute, the hint of a smirk on her face. "Great. Just great."


Hey, guys! I've been binge-watching The Office again and just wanted to write this little bit. I'm not sure it will become an actual story. It was just something I was working on today to get back in the zone. I hope you like it!

I also apologize for how this is set up, but I hope it comes off as documentary-like. I'm also for the long break, but I've been swamped with school and I hope you can forgive me.

Hit up those reviews!