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Eight Days a Week

November 15, 2005

Dwight looked over at Angela from across the room. He had just recovered from his fall from his fitness orb that Jim burst in front of the office. He demanded that Jim replace the orb when Jim pulled out 25 dollars out of his wallet, shaking his head. He muttered something along the lines of 'Totally worth it', which only caused Dwight to seethe more. As the office settled after the disruption, Dwight was able to focus his attention on his earlier distraction, his lady. He watched her work diligently, even ignoring his fall completely. He loved that she could completely care less about his injury and yet seemed so concerned. He watched on, noticing her control of her hand and marveling over her patience. He hungered for a glance his way, but knew that she wouldn't dare.

Ooh I need you love babe,

Guess you know it's true.

Angela could feel his eyes on the nape of her neck. She enjoyed the small pleasure of being desired, but she knew if she were to look his way, she'd bring attention to them both, Dwight already doing so with his ridiculous fitness orb. She did however enjoy the spoils of the orb in question, but refused to admit it in the workplace, especially with the pairs of ears too eager for gossip at the water cooler or in the break room. She could feel the others boring holes in her back with their stares, even though they were consumed by their approaching performance reviews.

She enjoyed by judged. She liked to test her boundaries, testing her limits of intense scrutiny, but being judged by Michael seemed like a joke when he needed judgment more than anyone. What she feared though was her relationship being scrutinized, being observed by the others and judged by them by their standards. She felt that certain things like relationships were no one's business but the people involved. She smiled slightly, remembering their conversation on the subject days before.

Angela were a large park near Wilkes-Barre, sitting on an obituary bench. She was wearing a pair of scandalous sunglasses that she picked up at the local CVS for her incognito appearance for their meeting. She arranged that they would meet in a public place, but far from the eyes that lurked the boundaries of Dunder Mifflin. She checked her watch, realizing that she was a bit early when she spotted Dwight coming from the far end of the park, going through some brush to bypass a direct path to her. She enjoyed watching him make his pilgrimage to her, climbing through the branches and coming clean on the other side. There was something valiant about his walk and as he sat on the opposite side of the bench, with his back to Angela, he produced a newspaper and whispered, "Good afternoon, Angela."

Angela blushed slightly under her enormous lens, "Good afternoon, Dwight."

Dwight cleared his throat, "It's a lovely day outside. Very crisp."

Angela nodded, "Yes it is."

Dwight grew quiet, not saying a word. Angela's throat started to constrict, "Are you still there?"

Dwight sighed, turning around slightly, "I –

Angela whispered sharply, "Turn around!"

Dwight did so and sighed again, "I've missed you." He chuckled, "I thought about you all last night."

Angela blushed again, "I thought about you too." As she was confessing the depths of her feelings, a small child of four or five came to sit on the bench. Angela eyed the child, who was looking at Angela and Dwight too suspiciously for her liking. "Shoo!"

The child looked at Dwight and Angela, speaking with a lisp, "Um… can you tell me where the water fountain is?"

Angela sneered at the child as if it was vermin, "Go away."

The child's bottom lip began to tremble, "I'm sorry." He proceeded to run away towards his mother.

Dwight sighed, "Looks like our cover's blown."

Angela looked at the child, feeling sorry for sending him away, but possibly the child would learn to not approach adults without respect. She shook her head, feeling the breeze from the north that sent a chill down her spine, but feeling herself warm instantly with Dwight's hand in hers. Dwight spoke hoarsely, "Day one."

Angela nodded, smiling, "Day one."

She stole a glance at Dwight, who hadn't stopped staring at her. She was afraid to show any emotion on the fear of being caught, but she couldn't resist being so blissfully happy. For a fleeting moment, she didn't care if others knew of her relationship, but as quickly as the thought appeared, it decided to leave again. She hoped Dwight didn't think less of her, but she needed to keep up appearances in a place where appropriate behavior was key.

Hope you need my love babe,

Just like I need you.

Dwight smiled at her small gesture of affection from across the room. He remembered that it was Friday, so he could easily spend time with Angela over the weekend where there was performance reviews, no judgment, just them. He didn't want to be too forward, but Angela usually initiated most of their activities.

Dwight was tending to the field when Mose came running from the barn, holding a note. "Dwight, a lady named Noelle left a message for you saying to call her in precisely twenty-two minutes."

Dwight looked down at the note and smiled, knowing that Angela actually called him. He felt so privileged and couldn't wait until the time arrived to make his call. As he headed back to the farm, he pictured he waiting by the phone, longing to hear his voice as he longed to hear hers.

At exactly 3:43 pm, Dwight dialed her number, which he already memorized in case if a nuclear holocaust was approaching and needed to alert her immediately. He waited and after two rings, she picked up her receiver. "You got my message."

Dwight smirked, "I did. Mose is better than any carrier pigeon you'll ever find. We did several tests over the course of several months, trying to get him in the Guinness, but some weasel from Thailand beat us by forty-three seconds."

Angela sighed, "Dwight, I wanted to ask you something. That's why I requested you to call me."

Dwight nodded, "Of course. I'm sorry."

Angela cleared her throat, "It's alright. I wanted to know if… if you would like to join me for dinner tomorrow evening."

Dwight looked at the farm and knew that he needed to begin de-tox the weevils, but knowing he was in store to spend a solitary evening with his new lady friend was reason enough to allow the weevils to invest if they must. He smiled over the phone, "What time?"

He looked up at his computer and began to feverish type, making sure that all his clients were settled for the weekend and brush up with his presentation. If he intended to entertain his lad friend, a raise was in order. The simple thought of Angela's touch kept him through the better half of the afternoon.

Hold me, love me, hold me, love me.

Ain't got nothin' but love babe,

Eight Days a Week.

Angela overheard other people on the office, hearing them whisper about Jan and Michael's 'inter-departmental' relationship. She wanted to understand their problem, but for them to parade was completely unprofessional. She wanted to respect their positions, but with Michael and his obscene gestures of affection and Jan and her provocative attire, she couldn't be sure to trust them to watch her lunch while she washed her hands, let alone trust them to keep their discretions quiet. She stole another glance at Dwight, thankful that he wasn't attentive to her gesture. She enjoyed the small moments in the day when she could admire him from afar without him being the wiser. She turned around, trying not to blush and proceeded to head to the restroom. As she walked past his desk, she wondered how she was ever gonna get Dwight off her mind.

Love you ev'ry day girl,

Always on my mind.

One thing I can say girl,

Love you all the time.

Dwight watched as she walked into the kitchen, looking around if anyone else noticed as well. Seeing that the coast was clear, he discreetly left his desk and preceded to the break room, where he found Angela. He walked up behind her, smelling the lightly scented soap of the woman's restroom he accidently used when Jim switched the door plates a few months prior. He smiled, loving their close proximity. He began to fiddle with the vending machine as Angela looked at her choices at the soda machine. He cleared his throat, "Angela?"

Angela shushed him, "Shh. Don't speak."

Dwight turned slightly to his left, "But –

Angela shook her head, "Not here."

Dwight smirked, "It's okay. No one suspects anything."

Angela nodded, "Exactly. So let's not give them anything to suspect." She turned around and headed for the door. She stopped, wanting to tell him something else, but afraid to turn around.

Dwight read her mind, "Don't turn around. No one will suspect anything f we're not facing each other."

Angela smiled slightly at the marvelous idea. She and Dwight could communicate without ever looking at each other. This gave the initiative to speak, "I'll see you this weekend, right?"

Dwight moved slightly closer, being able to see the goose bumps prickle on her neck, "Absolutely." He leaned over slightly, whispering in her ear, "Day Eight."

Angela smiled again, feeling flushed again and headed for the restroom. Splashing water on her face would calm her nerves, but the trouble was… how was she gonna calm her increased heart rate?

Ooh I need your love babe,

Eight days a week… eight days a week… eight days a week…

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