Dirty Little Secret
By: Elizabeth Gentile
Let me know that I've done wrong,
When I've known this all along,
I go around a time or two,
Just to waste my time with you.
Dwight waited patiently next to the copier; Michael had ordered him to make copies of the annual Dundie Award night. As Dwight waited, he stared at Jim who was at Pam's desk right beside him. Dwight almost had a heart attack when without any sense of knowing he felt his cell phone vibrating in his pants; he definitely did not expect that. He fished out his phone from his pants pocket, drew it out into the open and viewed the new text message. It was from Angela, and for that simple fact it made the whole message very awkward; this must have been the third time she had sent a text message to Dwight. The message was about a Safety Regulation meeting in New York with corporate, Angela also mentioned to meet in the conference room in three minutes. Dwight slowly closed his phone and put it back into his pants pocket, he was still stunned and feeling a bit awkward.
Dwight opened the door to the conference room and walked in, Angela apart from him were the only ones occupying the room. Angela was sitting next to the door, her arms crossed across her chest and her legs crossed. She was focused on the wall right in front of her, barely blinking or moving. Dwight closed the door behind him and decided to sit four seats down from Angela, he continued to steal glances from her while he walked by and made it to his seat. A minute passed until Angela spoke up, "You got my message?" Dwight slowly nodded his head, "Yes," he replied in a very harsh tone. Angela took her chance and smiled, it was the smallest facial twitch that could ever be seen by the naked eye. "What meeting are you talking about?" Dwight asked as he fumbled with his tie. "I need you to come with me to a Safety in the Workplace meeting…since you're also a Deputy Sheriff," Angela announced, she was flustered just saying that sentence. She could see Dwight broadly smiling out of the corner of her eye. "When do we leave?" Dwight asked, he was hoping to get more out of this meeting than what was intended. "We have to leave in ten minutes, we'll take my car if you don't mind," Angela responded as he began to uncross her legs and arms. Angela got up from her chair, smoothed out any wrinkles or creases that she might have made when sitting and walked to the door. Dwight stared at Angela for a while until he got up from his seat and followed Angela to the door. Angela turned around to face Dwight, trying her best not to look into his eyes; she rested her glare on his brown stripped tie. "I'll meet you in the parking lot." Dwight nodded as Angela opened the door and walked out, leaving Dwight to follow behind her.
Dwight and Angela met by Angela's car, both of them shivered in the cold air. It was early September and even though the summer had just ended; the weather wasn't staying nice and hot for long. Angela stood by the driver's side and Dwight stood next to the passenger's side, each was a bit nervous and flustered. Angela had an infatuation with Dwight, one she knew was bigger than she could handle, one that she knew wouldn't go away. At work, Angela watched him, studied him during the day. Trying to figure out what made the man she loves tick. Dwight was the same; he loved how she was so small yet at the same time bold and harsh. Angela unlocked the door, Dwight climbed into the passenger seat, ducking us head. Angela simply squatted a bit and she was in the driver's seat, she was much shorter than Dwight. Angela and Dwight both put on their seatbelts, closed the door and locked it. Angela reached for the heat knob and cranked it all the way, she didn't like being cold. Angela put the key into the ignition and turned it, the car roaring to life. "So…who's going to be there?" Dwight asked as he kept his eyes down and glaring, almost burning holes into his shoes. "David Wallace and Jan Levinson," Angela responded as she pulled out of the Dunder Mifflin parking lot. "Angela, may I ask you something?" Dwight whispered, his heart beating, banging on his ribs. "You may," Angela replied in her very tiny but driven tone. There was silence, Dwight couldn't say it or ask it, he was nervous and a little afraid. "What is it Dwight?" Angela asked, keeping her eyes on the road, it was a very hard task since she knew that the man she deeply loved was just inches away from her. "Angela…will you, I mean. Angela I really like…no love you. Do you want to?" Dwight sputtered; this wasn't what he wanted to say at all. Angela almost slammed on the breaks but she didn't know if it was out of sheer anger or blissful joy. "Dwight Schrute was has gotten into you? Are you insane?" Angela barked as she made a quick left. Dwight pushed his glasses farther up the bridge of his nose, "I am insane Angela…I really, really need you. Want you, I'm insane." Angela couldn't help but to feel joy fill up inside her but she couldn't let it take over her rational mind. For the first time since they got into the car, Dwight looked at Angela. He could instantly tell that she was blushing and shaking either from the cold or from him. "Dwight…I wish you asked me sooner." Angela responded, her voice raspy and dry. Dwight nodded his head and enjoyed the drive to New York.