Disclaimer: They're not mine
Spoilers : up to and including the Deposition
A/N: Just imagine the movie 'Borat was there when michael was a kid and the second name of Jan is Allison.
1.The first time she met him
It was on her first day working at Dunder Mifflin. She had a meeting with all the managers of all the branches. She had been a bit nervous the morning she had come out of bed. She had been more nervous the moment she had walked into her office. She had anxiously gone over her notes, things she wanted the managers to know, things she wanted the managers to expect from her and things she expected from the managers. At some point she couldn't take it anymore and she went outside, taking her cigarettes with her. She stood out in the parking lot. Alone. She lighted her cigarette and took a long drag. Suddenly she saw a car parking into one of the parking spaces. He had come out of his car, looking over at her and giving her a small smile while he got his bag out of his car. Silently hoping that this wasn't one of the managers, she threw her cigarette away. He walked to her, saying:
'Don't worry. I won't tell a soul.'
'Excuse me?'
'I saw you throwing away that cigarette when I got out of my car. You looked a bit, well, busted. So, your secret is safe.' He had smiled at her.
She smiled at him in return. 'Thanks.'
'No problemo. Still, you shouldn't do it. It's very bad for you.' He had offered her another smile, it was, a bit different though. It had a bit of worry in it. She couldn't describe it.
'Yeah I know.' She flashed him another smile and then looked at her watch.
'I should be going inside.' She gestured to the building.
'Yeah me too.'
'It was nice meeting you..?'
'Jan. Jan Levinson-Gould.'
'Michael. Michael Scott.'
They shook hands and then walked inside together. They smiled at each other when they both went separated ways. She had gone to the right, to her office. And he had gone to the left, possible needing to be in one of the conference rooms. She had picked up her stuff and walked to the conference room where she had to start her meeting . She had walked inside and had seen him sitting there. She offered him nothing but a quick nod. She had to stay professional here, if she was his boss. She shook the hands of all the managers and did the same with him.
'Jan Levinson-Gould.'
'Michael Scott. That's my naamee.' He had said in a strange foreign accent. The other guys had chuckled. He had looked down and shrugged.
That was the first time she ever heard him use his Borat-voice