"Do you know who you are talking to?" Angela whispers loudly into the phone. Kevin glances over at Angela who then gives him a 'go away or die' kind of look. Kevin smirks and gets back to work, but not before grabbing some M&M's to toss in his mouth.

"No you may not put me on hold....wait no do not put the phone down while you get your supervisor!" Angela forces herself not to yell into the phone. She then sighs and proceeds to tap her pencil on her yellow legal pad giving the camera a shoo-ing away motion with her hand. The camera stays but backs up out of arms reach.

"Yes obviously I am still here since you can hear my voice....I asked you numerous times for a resubmitted bill if you want to be paid.....No i am not sitting next to the fax machine, what do you think I am a receptionist?" Camera pans to Pam who hears Angela and rolls her eyes.

Angela then puts the phone down and walks over to the fax machine.

"Pam have I received any faxes?" Angela stand right over Pam who is talking on the phone. Pam puts up one finger which signals 'hold on'. A sigh escapes Angela's as she crosses her arms. Pam turns her back to Angela to finish up the phone call.

"Yes Angela?" Pam responds drolly as she writes up a message and put it on top of her desk, she turns around and smiles.

"Have I received any faxes?" Angela repeats again but with a bit more impatience than before.

"Hmm, have you looked at the faxes IN box, next to the fax machine?" Pam points out the IN box next to the fax machine.

"Well why didnt you let me know that?" Angela rushes over and flips thru around ten pages of flimsy fax machine papers and flings them down.

"Its common knowledge Angela, we don't get many faxes." as Pam fishes for a couple of jellybeans since the phone is quiet. "But I do remember Dwight always checking the fax machine in the morning a few months back every day for some reason and would never reveal to me what he was receiving."

"Whatever I dont have time to listen to your blather, if you have received a fax for me why is it not on my desk?" Angela angrily whispered.

"If you did receive a fax, I would not put it on your desk as it is not part of my duties. But if you were to ask me to look for a fax for you and inform you then I would be more than happy to do that"

Pam smiled whole heartedly at Angela as she stood there with her mouth slightly open, digesting Pam's response.

Angela turns away and then turns back to Pam and says quietly, "Pam, if you should receive a fax that is directed to Angela Martin, accountant, would you please inform me as soon as possible?"

Pam glances to the camera and winks, "Of course I will Angela."

Camera pans across the office and zeros' in on Drew in the back of the office whispering furiously into the phone with his hand covering the mouthpiece to muffle his voice. The camera slowly moves past reception, accounting and with great stealth the cameraman keeps Drew in sight. Unfortunately, the cameraman knocks over Merediths tall plastic cup and huge straw and her clear drink sprinkled with lemons spills onto the carpet.

"Oh my god, look where you are going! Do you know how much lemons are now a days? Shit, I am going to have to go out during lunch to replenish this, I mean get more lemon soda." Meredith shoves the cameraman to the side and attempts to pool all the liquid back into her plastic cup and shoves a couple of sliced limes in her mouth all while mumbling to herself.

"What do you mean you wont give me a refund on those basketball shoes? I only wore them a few times, they still have the newness smell about them!! Have you seen those commercials on tv? All of those atheletes promise the world, women and points if i wear those shoes!" Drew is whispering into the phone trying to avoid the cameraman, who is picking up everything on the mic.

"I need a new pair of basketball shoes that you can guarantee will give me points! I do not need help with women and the world loves me. Yes, I admit to being a white bread type of american male that needs a little boost in that department, is that so wrong?" Drew's voice starts to get louder and louder with his responses to the phone.

"Fine, I will keep them and hope that you will remember my name and my shoe size because I will be in right after work to purchase a guaranteed pair of basketball shoes that will make a me a winner in Michaels eyes!" Drews voice cracks at the last few words and hangs up roughly.

"Hey Mandy I have a pair of basketball shoes for you." Creed says confidently from his desk, "If you dont mind that they came off of a guy that was asleep in the alley when I was on my way to the soup kitchen. These babies are perfect except for the laces which look a little yellowy, let me know Candy."

"Thanks Creed, I'll pass on that." Drew says thru gritted teeth and rubs his face covering his mouth mumbling to himself.

Drew TH- "I consider myself a very astute athelete in every department. Michael has informed everyone that there will be an inter office basketball game in a few days and that I am suited up and on the team!" Drew smirks. "Obviously my sales shows that my talent can go anywhere. But I was warned that maybe I should wear an athletic supporter based on last years game." Shrugs.

"Do I also think that my on court performance will bring me back into Michaels graces and show that the no good obviously fake Amish heritaged Dwight, who the real man is in this office?" Drew closes his eyes and sighs. "I want to be liked by everyone. Especially Michael. Drew hearts basketball."

“Paris Hilton! That is a name that all of the Americas say on a daily basis.” Michael says off camera as the cameraman zooms in on Michaels computer screen with a picture of Paris Hilton and a bunch of small dogs.

“This woman has got style, the looks, the voice, the greenbacks but she can’t hold a candle to Jan’s rib warmers,” winks Michael to the camera as he gestures the camera to a topless Jan laying down on a beach chair. Camera zooms in closer to the picture only to have Michael push him back.

“Mine, find your own woman, sheesh.” Michael appears to look mad but starts laughing and spinning in his computer chair.

The phone rings and Michael ignores the ringing as he scrolls for more Paris pictures. Finally he decides to pick it up with Pam knocking on his window. Michael shoos her away as he starts talking.

Pam nervously looks at the camera biting her lip before blurting out, “Michael has been on a Paris Hilton kick for a few weeks ever since he saw her get sent to jail. He tried coordinating a “Free Paris” concert here in Scranton but there were no takers.”

“Pam, pay attention to your work please.” Dwight slams down a manila folder with the words TOP SECRET written in red across the front. “Michael is expecting this report immediately, go do your job, and deliver it.” He stands there with his arms folded not losing eye contact with Pam who continues to stare back w/o blinking. Dwight starts to fidget but keeps staring. Finally giving up defeat he mumbles something and goes back to his desk.

“Tough loss Dwight, maybe next time.” Jim says to Dwight who does not even give Jim a fleeting glance.

Pam winks at Jim and places a few messages in the bins and gets up with Dwight’s TOP SECRET folder heading towards Michaels office.

“Michael, I was told to give this to you immediately” Pam hands the folder to Michael who glances at the camera with a concerned expression and put it under his keyboard.

“Ok, everybody out which means you jack, even though I don’t really know your name, just get out.” The camera back out and Michael gets up to close his blinds from the front views of the office. Hurriedly the camera moves the side of Michael’s office near the front door and pans in close to Michael at his desk.

Michael takes a deep breath and opens up Dwight’s TOP SECRET folder slowly. The folder reveals a picture of Paris Hilton holding a dog. Not just any dog but of Paris’ favorite dog Tinkerbell. The next picture is of Paris again holding a few other dogs and as Michael flips thru, the pictures turn to only pictures of dogs. Mainly Chihuahua’s in various colors and various clothes on the dogs.

The folder closes and Michael hugs it to his chest and you start to hear whimpering.

“One day I’ll have a dog just like yours Paris, I will have my Tinkerbell and I will be just as popular as Tinkerbell too.”