Almost immediately after she’d hung up, the phone rang again.

Irritated, Pam had a luxurious moment of imagination, wherein she pictured herself throwing the phone across the room, watching it splinter into tiny plastic pieces against the wall.

The moment passed quickly. She answered the phone, dutiful as ever. 

“Dunder-Mifflin, this is Pam.”

“Uh…Hey, Pam.”

“Jim?”

Shock set in. He was calling her? Why? Was her plan working that well? Or had everything gone horribly wrong?

“Yeah. Uhm…I’m actually returning a call…”

Right. Of course. He didn’t even know she worked here.

“Oh, sure. Let me see if he’s available.”