I take deep calming breaths before the doors of Dunder Mifflin. I have experience in this certain branch to be the saleswoman for the company. I have strong confidence and hopes that I will fit in and be the best of the best. "Calm down, Abbey, calm down," I say reassuringly to lower my nerves. I often talk to myself to get over stuff and because it helps to sort out stuff. I take one last glance around me before locking the 1994 Bronco I currently drive and continue my way in to the office that will be my new home I guess... I enter, immediately noticing the receptionist.

"Hello, I'm Pam. How may I help you?" she asks super nicely.

"I'm Abigail O'Connor. Please call me Abbey. I'm here for my interview with Michael Scott," I inform her as genuinely deadpanned as possible the way I usually am when I'm nervous or just don't care to make a first impression.

"Down the hall, first door on your left," she directs me efficiently. A comely looking man exits the room, giving me a welcoming smile. I have no choice but to return it because how could I not? This man is ho-ot! I enter Michael's office; almost bumping into him.

"You must be Abigail O'Connor. Step this way," he informs unassumingly in his professional mannerisms. I take a glance back at the lanky man who was in the office before me. We settle quickly with the door shut to go through with my interview. Michael reads my resume carefully. He didn't hesitate returning my resume back before staring up at me curiously.

"Welcome on board- new seller!" he literally yells with a strange accent I now notice.

"I'll be in charge of selling endless amounts of paper..." I remind myself dully, not finding much interest but it'll get me by. "You're a smart one, Abbey if I can call you that?" he said, a weird twinkle in his bright hazel eyes that glow like leaves falling into a ray of sunlight. "Sure. I prefer it," I confide confidently. I have no clue why a new cloud of confidence hovers over me standing with him all the sudden. We shake hands briefly, causing me to smile.

"Let me show you around our kingdom!" he enthuses, bubbling with spirit through his words that reminds me of a child's energy. I nod small and follow him out of his office. I wonder why he refers this as a 'kingdom?' Seems as though like any other office I've ever set foot in. We exit casually or at least I do. I sense a boycotting vibe in the air like everyone doesn't realize that the boss is nearby, possibly going to monitor their work. I see the comely appearing man sitting at a desk near the receptionist, Pam. And a geeky looking fellow with round framed glasses. He is actually busy with him shuffling papers but I can't say if he's simply putting up an act because he could've actually noticed Mr. Scott- or wait, Michael? Probably Mr. Scott. I'm gonna wait to figure out this one. It would be awkward for me to ask considering it's my first day. Before I could think my next thought, Michael was talking to me hurriedly. "Pam, this is Ab-"

"Abigail, I know," she almost sounds impatient but I don't really care. I'm here for work. "It's Abbey," I automatically remind her, a silent scowl on my face for sure.

"This would be Jim. That's Dwight working away- my favourite," Michael introduces us furthermore, pointing at the two at the mention of their names. They don't even care to look at us. "Hi! I'm Abbey," I say genuinely friendly because I think these two could be my friends even if it's outside of work. The man named Jim turns around in his chair and smiles up at me. My breathing becomes shallow. "I'm Jim Halpert," he replies softly; his hand asks for mine for a hand shake. I consider running away because I don't know if I could control myself right now. I make myself grab his hand although I forgot to shake. Knees shaking, they become weak before I am plunked into darkness.

Jim's POV

Dwight, Michael and I are waiting for Abbey to wake. She has been out of it for twenty minutes so far. Dwight had to put a damp towel on her head since Michael ordered him to. No one even was aware of the new girl but oddly enough I was intrigued by her. The way her hair had an ginger tinge to it. Not quite blonde. Maybe a strawberry blonde? Dwight and I wait for her because we felt like it and it got us out of work for awhile. Even though I couldn't talk to Pam, it would be worth it. Abbey shouldn't wake alone. A startling cough was heard- she had opened her eyes. Michael sat perched in his office chair. His eyes flick to Abbey that meant I must go tend to her. Dwight has been sleeping evidently. Weird. He never pulls stuff like that to get out of anything. "Abbey?" I coo softly, I hold her in my arms comfortingly. I feel a strange connection with her. Like we knew each other already but that was impossible- we just met. Her eyelashes flutter as she regains focus.

"Jim- what happened? Where's Michael?" The panicked girl asks, grasping for something; I offer her my hand, her eyes go wide. "Don't tell me I blacked out?" she breathes probably humiliated by this factor. "You did but I'm here now," I reassure when she takes my hand. I say we're alone due to the fact Dwight and Michael have departed the office sometime during our conversation. Abbey smiles at me and I stare awkwardly back at her before suggesting, "Are you hungry? We can go to a Sushi place I know," At that she nods, barely having energy to say anything which is understandable.

"Where are you off to?" Pam asks from her counter. "It's the end of the day. Check your watch much?" Abbey says jokingly but laughs as though she meant it. I wonder what's going on between those two. I suddenly startle, a harsh breath escapes me, I pushed Abbey out of the way because I thought we were on the verge of an attack. I found myself on top of Abbey on the floor.

Abbey's POV

I blush madly being under Jim. I hear some grumbling above from little miss perfect Pam. I had definitely sensed a close vibe between the two. I dunno why I cared but it was bothersome. We gaze into each other's eyes before he helps me up. "I didn't hurt you?" Jim asks worriedly and I shake my head; resuming our walking out of the office. "Hey my peeps!" Michael's funny voice rings from behind. "Sorry about that! Can I accompany you? Are you going for dinner?" he asks squeakily happily like a parakeet but I clench my fists to not snap at him like a crab. "Ugh," Jim groans reluctantly- his eyes on mine. I don't see the problem why not have your boss tag along with you. Because he is kind of cute. "If ya want," I reply, a lingering tone of amusement in my Kentuckan accent.

A/N: After this dinner outing I'll be writing with the plot for season 1! I have a grand old idea for Abbey:)