Danielle sat as the camera crew questioned her on first impressions on Toby and the office. She raised her eyebrows and gave a small shrug.

"I'm really just grateful to actually be on the road to getting a job. I just wish my boss didn't have strong coffee breath...don't tell him I said that," she said, quickly.

As she left the conference room, Danielle returned to the HR department, which was really just Toby's desk. He was typing away on his computer and turned when she approached her. "Do you need me to do something for you, sir?"

Toby thought long and hard. He had never really given anyone any orders before. Well, he had, but they never really paid much attention to him. Danielle noticed the pictures on his desk again: The small blonde girl with her wide smile.

"Is that your daughter?"

Toby looked at the photos with a smile. "Yeah, she's...she's a sweetheart. She's a little older now."

"She kind of reminds me of my cousin."

Toby nodded and quickly remembered that she had asked if he needed anything. He looked at his desk and remembered he needed Michael's signature on a few documents. He tried earlier, but Michael shut his office door in his face when he asked.

"Can you get Michael to sign these? Toby asked, handing her the small stack.

Danielle nodded. "Yeah, no problem."

As she got up, Toby opened his mouth to speak and she froze.

"If..if he slams the door in your face, l-let me know," he said, quietly.

She stared at him and started to chuckle. Toby didn't even smile, and she stopped. "I'm sorry..were you serious?"

"Did I look like I was kidding?"

She held her tongue at his response and slowly walked away. Toby turned to the camera crew, awkwardly. They surrounded his desk and asked him a few questions. Toby kept his usual face as he tried to reply without stuttering.

"I'm just trying to, uh, maintain my position. Technically, I'm like her boss, so I don't, you know...I don't want her to doubt it," he replied, stuttering and speaking in a bit of a mumble.

Danielle hurried to Michael's office and knocked on the door. She heard his voice from inside saying, "Yeah?"

She opened the door and he raised his eyebrows at her.

"I need you to sign these forms for me, please," she said, handing him the stack.

Michael sighed through his mouth, loudly, as he looked through the papers. "Where's this from?"

"It's from HR, Toby asked me-"

Michael slid the papers off his desk and shook his head. "No, no, no, no, no, noooooo."

Danielle stared in shock at the papers on the floor. "Sir?"

"If it's from Toby, I don't care," Michael said as he stared at his computer.

Danielle frowned at him. "He needs them as soon as possible, sir."

Michael looked at her and pointed a finger at her. "Yeah? Well, you can tell him to kiss my-"

"Michael?"

Both looked to the door and saw Toby standing there. he glanced at Danielle and the stack on the floor. He shook his head and asked, "Can I talk to you?"

"No, get out. And take your...sidekick with you," Michael said, looking at Danielle.

"Sidekick?" Danielle repeated.

Toby stepped into the office and said, "Look, Michael, I just need you to sign these documents. That's all. Y-You don't need to make a scene."

Danielle stared at Michael and then at the papers on the floor. Toby spoke calmly as Michael stared at him, unmoved. "Who is this, anyway?"

"I'm the new intern you hired," Danielle replied, in annoyance.

"How come you get a hot intern and I don't?"

Danielle blushed and grimaced at the same time. She rubbed the back of her neck and held her arm, trying not to make eye contact with either of the men in the office. Suddenly, a man rushed in asking, "What is it, Michael? Are you hurt?"

The man had brown hair and huge glasses. He was very tall and pursed out his lips as he spoke. Michael sighed at the sight of him, and replied, "No, Dwight, this..would you get out?"

Danielle stared at Dwight, who squinted his eyes at her, suspiciously. He acted like someone out of a cartoon. "Who are you? Which clan do you come from?"

She blinked. "Excuse me?"

"God, what is wrong with you? Would you, please, leave, Dwight?" Michael asked, irritated.

Dwight pointed at Danielle as he walked out. "You watch yourself, Daenerys."

Michael shook his head at Dwight. "Harry Potter nerd."

Danielle grimaced at that as Toby cleared his throat. Michael stared at him, hatefully. Danielle bent down to pick up the papers as Toby watched. "Michael, this could be seen as a-abusive behavior and the last thing I want to do is write you up again."

As she picked up the papers, Danielle noticed Michael's mug: WORLD'S BEST BOSS. She couldn't help but smile to herself at that. Suddenly, she got an idea and stood up. "It's okay. I just...I just messed up. It isn't Michael's fault. I mean, he's a great boss. The best, actually."

Michael stared at her, almost smitten. Toby blinked as he stared at Danielle. She continued, "I should've known better than to upset you. It's my fault, boss."

To Toby's surprise, Michael shifted in his seat and cleared his throat. His eyes fell upon his desk as he guiltily avoided Danielle's gaze. Michael took a pen and motioned for her to hand him the stack. She smiled wide and handed it to him saying, "Thank you. We'll leave you to yourself until you're done."

Danielle motioned for Toby to follow her, and Michael blushed. The door closed and the both of them sighed in relief. Toby stared at her, astonished. "How did you.."

"Wasn't hard," she replied, softly.

Toby swallowed and nodded. "Well...thanks. Listen, if you could check up on him..a-and make sure he signs-"

She nodded. "Yeah, sure."