A/N: Since this is the beginning of my original part two, the format changes a little and starts documenting over the course of days and weeks, as opposed to documenting just one day. Enjoy! :)

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Day 8

"Well, he seemed like a nice enough young man," Pam's mother told her just moments after Roy left the parking lot.

"Yeah, he's alright," Pam said nonchalantly, shuffling her feet. Roy had been a good enough sport about the whole thing, even if he had complained about having to actually dress up and meet her mother but the fact that the producers wanted to drag Mrs. Beesly into the mess in the first place was more annoying than anything else they had asked her to do up to that point. "It could have been a lot worse," she gave with a shrug.

Mrs. Beesly shook her head. "True, he seemed a little…well…honey, I'm just glad you're with Jim."

"Me too," Pam agreed with a smile. "Oh, and 'which one's Jim', Mom? Come on don't you think that was laying it on rather think?"

"Well, I don't know," her mother said perplexed. "I'm not an actress, I did the best I could." Pam gave her that. "When's my future son-in-law coming to join us anyway, at the restaurant?"

"He'll be down in a little bit," Pam explained. "We're not breaking contract when the cameras aren't around but we try to avoid leaving work together these days."

Mrs. Beesly gave a dissatisfied look. "I don't know if I like this set-up, honey. All of this pretending? I hope it's not some sort of scam."

"It's fine mom," Pam assured her though some days she felt like she was the butt of a very bad joke. "They're just very picky about their rules. The documentary crew has been checked out but our corporate branch. And, like I told you on the phone, they're paying us a decent amount to keep it up so, yeah…"

Pam's mom still wasn't convinced. "Well, if you said it's alright. So, what are we doing tonight? Are we going over any wedding plans? Did you guys pick a date yet?" her mother was wonderfully excited about the wedding and Pam felt relieved that her mother was so on board.

"No, but we can talk about that at dinner," Pam answered.

Just then, Jim came out of the building. He grinned when he saw the two women standing there and didn't hesitate to give Mrs. Beesly a large hug. "Hey, Helene," he said warmly.

"Oh, Jim," Mrs. Beesly answered affectionately. "I'm so sorry I couldn't say hello to you upstairs."

"That's alright," he assured her.

Pam gave him worried look. "Cameras didn't follow you, did they?"

"No," Jim answered with a smirk. "They're too busy being entertained by Todd Packer and the blow-up doll."

Pam and Mrs. Beesly both gave him odd looks. "What is it with that blow-up doll?" Mrs. Beesly asked shaking her head. "Anyway, where do you two want to go? Chili's?"

Jim grinned as Pam gave him a wide-eyed look. "Um, you know what, I think maybe Olive Garden would be better," Jim suggested.

Day 15

Jim placed the silver yogurt lid that hung off paper clips around the rear view mirror and smiled as it glittered in the sunlight. The bronze lid he had won was around the lamp on his work desk and the gold one, the one Pam had given him just for being him, was going to hang around his Dundie that was currently located on a shelf over the toilet. He hadn't had a day this good since he started working at Dunder-Mifflin and secretly hoped Michael and Dwight would find more things to do that required them to leave the office.

As he adjusted the paper clips, he noticed the two cameramen coming out of the building all packed up for the day. This meant he could leave without fear of being caught though he and Pam were almost beginning to enjoy the secret little game. He put his car in drive and pulled out of the parking lot.

Pam was waiting a few blocks down at a bus stop. He pulled to the curb and she slipped in the car. "No tail today," he said with a grin before pulling her in for a quick kiss.

"Really?" She said surprised. "Maybe they found someone more interesting to follow, wouldn't that be a relief."

"I doubt it," Jim said as he pulled the car away from the curb. "They looked like they were headed home. And, I don't know, I think all this sneaking around has been kind of fun."

Pam grinned. "We have got to be more careful, we were almost caught in the elevator a couple of days ago."

Jim shrugged. "Do you want to stop?"

"No," Pam replied simply.

"Alright, then more careful it is."

Pam reached out her hand to play with the silver yogurt lid. "Today turned out really well," she said fondly. "That was so much fun."

"It was so much fun," Jim agreed. "We should make it an annual thing. Now all we have to do is get Michael to buy a condo every year and we're all set."

Pam let out a laugh. "So, did Jen come up to talk to you about anything today?"

"No," Jim replied slowly. "Did she to you?"

"Nope."

"One day without notes from the producer?" Jim asked a little shocked since nearly every day they were both dragged into the conference room to receive endless pages of notes on what they could do better. At least they hadn't been reprimanded since the first day when they were threatened with a fine. "Awesome Beesly. We must be getting better at this."

"Yeah, it's not so bad, is it?" Pam commented. "Maybe we're just getting used to the cameras there."

"Probably."

"Oh, that reminds me, do you know what Pam Pong is?" Pam asked.

Jim smiled. "No, but it sounds like a game I want to play."

Pam playfully rolled her eyes. "You already are. Apparently Angela has been keeping a tally of how many times you come up to reception to talk to me."

Jim's eyebrows rose. "What? Why would she do that?"

Pam shook her head. "I have no idea, maybe Jen wanted her to."

"How would that even work, she sits with her back to us."

"I have no idea."

Day22

"No."

"No?"

"No." Pam took a sip of her morning coffee as she leaned against the vending machine.

Jim stared at her amused. "Why not."

Pam looked back perplexed unable to articulate her reasoning. "Well, I just- I don't- She seems like a nice girl, but I-"

"She is a nice girl," Jim responded.

"I just don't want you to have lunch with her," Pam explained.

Jim tilted his head. "You know you would be there too, right?"

"And why is she calling you anyway?" Pam continued. Back in March, when the camera crew came the first time, Katy Moore, an actress, had been hired for one day to come in and shake up the office. That morning, Jen, the documentary producer, decided it would be great if Jim pretended to ask her out. To balance things out since Pam had Roy, Jen had explained. Pam was never on board with the idea then and she didn't care for the idea now. "I mean, did you guys get close and I just didn't know about it?"

Jim shook his head. "Yeah, in a matter of one day, I decided to ditch my entire relationship with you and go run off with her."

"Jim!" she swatted at his arm. His sarcasm wasn't making her feel any better.

"Jen found out she was back in town and asked her to come by," Jim confessed. "There's nothing to worry about. It's just lunch and then she's on a plane back to New York to be in some play."

"Oh, only one day," Pam tapped her mug nervously. "Ok, that's fine I guess."

Jim's eyes narrowed. "You know, you are the one with the fake fiancé. If anything, I should be the one having the problem."

"Well, that's different," Pam shot back.

"How? Roy gets to pretend all the time that you're dating?"

"No," Pam responded quickly. "Roy isn't- You're so much more-" She stopped, feeling her face flush a little as she tried to recollect her thought. "Katy's a professional actress and I'm just-"

"Incredibly cute when irrationally jealous," Jim finished for her, reaching out a hand and softly caressing his thumb over her cheek. "It's you and me Beesly, that's not changing any time soon."

"Alright," she said giving him a half-smile much more relieved then she had been a few minutes earlier.

"Come on, let's get back to work," Jim said looking behind his shoulder. "Camera crew will be poking around here soon if we don't."

Unfortunately, they didn't get much work done because five minutes later the fire alarm went off.

Day 29

Jim stood at the vending machine gazing over his choices of chips and candy bars. As he debated, he bounced the quarters in his hand up and down.

"Hey," it was Pam who said his name. She had come in behind him and gently brushed her hand against his as she came around to face him. He couldn't help but smile at how adorable she looked dressed in the black cat costume. Her brow, however, was wrinkled with worry. "I, um, really meant what I said when I suggested you take the job," she said hesitantly.

"I know," he replied giving the quarters another bounce.

"Well, I just think it would be a great opportunity for you," she continued. She crossed her arms and stared at the floor. "For…both of us."

"Do you really want to move to Maryland?" he asked. He had been taken aback by the suggestion when she first mentioned taking the job at Cumberland Mills and was surprised now that she was adamant on discussing the subject. But he could tell how serious she was and did not take that lightly. "I mean, I guess the job is better, but do you want to move that far from your parents? If you're really serious about it, why don't we sit down tonight and talk it through."

She gave him a lop-sided smile. "I just think we should get out of here. I mean, it's a ticket out of this documentary and maybe it wouldn't be so bad leaving Scranton. And mom would love to come visit if we lived out there. Come on, we could get a new start on our life together out there. We could get a small little house on the coast so I could see the ocean. You could eat soft-shell crab all the time."

She was making quite the compelling argument and he started to see a new life for them without people probing in their personal lives. A grin slowly stretched on his face. "Yeah, I think that would be pretty good."

"Yeah?" He could see the excitement in her eyes.

"Yeah, let me talk to Jen about breaking the contract," Jim answered.

Not five minutes later, the documentary crew pulled Jim in the conference room for their usual talking head session. Before Jen could get into her questions, Jim asked about taking the job. "So, Pam and I thought it would be a good step forward for my career," Jim explained as Jen nodded, a blank look on her ace. "Is it possible to break our contract?"

Jen looked blindsided by the proposal. "Well, yes, Jim, you can break the contract any time you want." Jim felt a bit relieved until he saw Jen break into a wicked grin. "However, I need to remind you that there is a ten-thousand dollar fee for breaking it."

"What?" Jim's jaw dropped, shocked.

Jen continued. "And I'm assuming that Pam would go with you, so that would be another ten-thousand dollars."

"It would be twenty-thousand dollars to break the contract?" Jim asked in disbelief.

"Have to read the small print, Jimmy," she said looking incredibly satisfied with herself. Jim slumped down in his chair. He hadn't realized how much they had signed their rights away to this documentary. "Now, Jim, who do you think Michael is going to let go today?"