Jim ran through the lobby to the elevator, smashing the “up” button repeatedly in his impatience.  Not caring to wait, he practically lunged at the door to the stairwell, taking the stairs two at a time with his broad stride.  In all his years of knowing that boy Halpert, Tate had never seen him move so fast.  Wait, didn’t he have a big interview in the city today?  Wonder how that went.

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When the elevator doors slide open, Tate can feel the pure joy her smile is radiating.  As the receptionist slips past, she cheerfully calls out “goodnight Tate!” stepping lightly through the glass doors into the parking lot.  She sure has been perkier lately.

Following behind on the next car is Jim, who also has the most beatific grin plastered across his face.  Tate has an inkling that something really remarkable went on in his favorite office today...he’s just not quite sure what it was.  Maybe he’ll ask the camera guys.