〔𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 ; 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯〕
〔𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦.〕

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MICHAEL GATHERED THE SALESPEOPLE into the conference room early in the day for an impromptu meeting.

"Good morning everyone, take a seat." Michael greeted. Willow softly uttered a "good morning" to him and sat down to the right of Jim.

"Goooood morning, Michael!" Andy exclaimed cheerfully. Michael put on a smile (sort of mixed with a grimace) as Andy plopped himself down next to his boss.

Sooner or later, everyone but Dwight were seated at the table. 

"Okay, Dwight's not here... we'll just wait for him to come in." Michael uttered.

After about fifteen minutes, Willow noticed Dwight rush inside the conference room and take a seat next to her.

"Dwight, care to join us, finally? Thank you." Michael patronized.

"Hey Dwight, pass the tardy sauce. Get it Michael?" Andy joked, grinning like he just told the funniest joke in the world. Jim and Willow shared a look of disgust at Andy's behavior.

"Yes. Okay, here is the dream team. My sales dream team. Today we are going to team up for sales calls. Andy, since this was your idea, you get to pick first." 

"Hmm, well... let me think about this for a minute. Oh, I don't know, Michael Scott! PhD. Doctor of Sales."

"Well, I appreciate that. That is very gracious of you."

"Well, it is very gracious of you to accept."

"Well, thank you sir," Michael and Andy began laughing while Willow saw Dwight roll his eyes. "Okay, now going by seniority. Phyllis, our resident senior."

"We're the same age. And I'll pick... Karen." Phyllis said.

"Oh, uh, thanks." Karen gave Phyllis an awkward smile.

"Good. Next up, Superfly himself, Stanley." Michael

"Pass." Stanley grumbled, not looking up from his crossword puzzle.

"You can't pass. You've got to pick somebody."

"I'll take the kid." 

"Great. Oh! Since Ryan, has not made any sales yet, how about Jim goes along with you two? He could get some great advice from two great salesmen!"

"Alright." Jim answered. Stanley hummed in response. 

"Aaand that leaves... Willow and Dwight." Willow felt a pang in her stomach. How was she supposed to go on a sales call with him? Surprisingly, Dwight had no comments about the predicament, much to Willow's surprise.

♡

The eight salespeople gathered together in the parking lot, with Michael throwing Dwight his laundry to do. 

"Since when does Dwight do Michael's laundry?" Willow whispered to Jim.

"Remember when I told you Dwight tried to steal Michael's job?"

"Oh, right."

"Alright everybody, circle up. Here we go," Michael ordered. "You know what this is? This is the 'Amazing Race.'"

"Go on." Willow said.

"You three are the retired marines. And you guys are the mother and daughter. And you two... you're the married couple." Michael referenced, pointing to Stanley, Ryan and Jim, Karen and Phyllis, and Willow and Dwight in the order of each reference to the show.

"And we," Michael pointed to himself and Andy, "Are the firefighter heroes. Are we ready to go?"

"Wait, 'Amazing Race' like, the biggest sale wins?" Karen asked.

"No, we're just going to rush out, do the sales thing, and come back."

"Is there a prize?" Ryan asked.

"Just bragging rights." 

"Then how is this 'Amazing Race?'" Phyllis brought up.

"It's just... ugh... It's 'Amazing Race,' Phyllis. Okay? We're in teams of two and three and we are on a mission. All right, so, on your mark, get set, go! Let's do it!" The groups separated and made their ways to different cars.

"I'll drive." Dwight ordered.

"Okay." Willow responded, not wanting to start anything with him. She followed him to his Trans Am and waited by the passenger side.

She remembered way back when when she comforted him in this very car a year and a half ago. Oh how things have changed.

The ride over to the sales office was silent and tense. The only words exchanged between the two was the location of said sales office.

Mötley Crüe silently played on the radio as Willow looked out the window, humming the lyrics and tapping her hand on her thigh to the beat of the song.

"Willow? What did I do?" the brunette snapped out of her trance and turned to Dwight.

"Hmm?"

"What did I do?" he repeated, his voice cracking on the last word.

"What are you talking about?" Willow asked, feeling herself get annoyed.

"I uh... Um... One minute you're sweet as pie and the next minute you move away for a few months and think you're all that. So what is the issue?" Dwight's sudden change in tone startled Willow, which only annoyed her more.

"What is my issue? You really want to go there, Schrute?"

"I do, woman!" 

"My fucking issue is... it's nothing! Okay? Nothing! Leave me alone and let's just do this call!" Willow shouted. She turned back around and looked out the window, scowling. Dwight scoffed and continued to drive.

♡

The rest of the ride over to the office was silent. Dwight pulled into the parking lot and parked the car. As Willow turned to leave, she felt his hand on her forearm. She turned around to look at him, her expression softening.

"Um, I'm sorry." he quickly said.

"Huh?"

"I apologize. I realized I have overstepped with my accusations earlier."

"Oh, it's fine. Let's just do this sale." Willow opened up the front door before Dwight's grip on her forearm tightened slightly.

"I have this... what d'you call it... this thing I do before an important sales call."

"Oh, that's nice."

"Do you... wanna do it with me?" Willow smiled to herself, happy to see Dwight's vulnerable side. In a way, she felt special. She knew that Dwight was generally rigid and cold as an individual, and seeing him opening up to her brought back that good feeling she got when she took him to the hospital for his concussion.

"Okay, what is it?" Dwight grabbed a CD from the glove compartment and put it in to the CD player. Mötley Crüe's Kickstart My Heart began playing as Dwight began doing air guitar moves to the beat of the song.

"That is so cute!" Willow giggled as she began to mirror his movements.

"Don't patronize me."

"I'm not! This is such a cute thing!" A blush tugged on Dwight's face as he began to head-bang and punch the air. Willow laughed some more as she continued to mirror his movements.

When the song ended, Dwight and Willow exited the car, the latter replicating Dwight's upbeat and pumped attitude.

"Let's do this!" Willow cheered. Dwight pumped a fist in the air as he followed Willow inside the building.

♡

"We can offer you 30% off on our recycled laser paper, and if you get 100 reams or more we can add an additional 5% discount." Willow explained. 

Dwight and Willow were currently in a meeting with a representative from Byers Cataloging, a major client that was utilizing Staples' services.

"Excuse me, can I use your phone?" Dwight asked the representative.

"Sure." he answered.

"Thank you." Dwight said as he picked up the phone on the desk.

"Here's some things we can offer you: We can have you fully stocked by April, and any pages that you would like custom made we can do..." Willow continued on.

"These are great deals and such, but fiscally, it makes more sense to stay with Staples."

"I get it. But let me ask you this, how important is customer service to you?"

"Oh, very important. We started as a family business, and we treat our customers as if they are family. I see you two clearly have the family aspect going for you." 

"Oh, we're not..." Willow sputtered, turning red.

"Married. We are, however, in a sort of long term relationship," Dwight explained, putting an arm around Willow. "Family is very important to us."

"Yep! And... and that's we have the same ideals with our customer service." Willow felt her face turn red at Dwight's sudden action.

"See, I've been on hold with Staples' customer service for... how long have we been here?"

"Um, about twenty minutes." the representative answered.

"And here's Dunder Mifflin." Willow opened up her cellphone and dialed the phone number for Kelly Kapoor.

"Dunder Mifflin customer service, this is Kelly." 

"Hi, Kelly! It's Willow!"

"Oh my God, Willow! I have sooo much to tell you! I-" Willow quickly hung up the phone, not wanting to deal with Kelly at the moment.

"Here is my card. It's got my cell number, my pager number, my home number, and my other pager number. I never take vacations, I never get sick, and I don't celebrate any major holidays." Dwight explained, handing his business card to the representative.

"Yep, he's that dedicated to the job."

"Indeed. I do it all for my Willow." Dwight squeezed the smaller woman. Meanwhile, Willow was screaming internally at the name.

"Okay, you've convinced me. We've got a deal." 

"Excellent! We promise you won't be disappointed!" Willow said, shaking the representative's hand. 

"Be sure to call the number on the card for more details." Dwight ordered, shaking the representative's hand. Willow said a quick goodbye to him before walking out of the office. She felt Dwight's hand grab hers as she followed him out.

The two walked into the elevator, still hand in hand. When the doors closed, both of them let out a cheer.

"We did it!" Willow squealed. 

"Yeah!" Dwight exclaimed, picking her up and spinning her around the small elevator. 

"I didn't think we were gonna do it!" 

"I knew we were gonna do it. Wanna know why?"

"Why, Dwight?"

"Because... we're awesome!"

"Okay, nerd." Willow giggled. Dwight eventually put her down, the two nervously standing apart. Willow looked down at her hands, still giddy at the previous actions. For a while, her resentment towards him (and Angela to an extent) faded away. She almost forgot that he was in a relationship with her for a bit, with him lying to the representative that they were together and him picking her up and spinning her around just like before. 

♡

The car ride back to Dunder Mifflin was silent. Except, the aura was... different. As Dwight drove, he looked over to Willow, who was leaning on the car door and staring out the window. He smiled at how peaceful she looked, his smile growing looking back at her excitement about closing the sale. It was there that he realized one thing.

He could never have this with Angela. Ignoring the obvious difference in jobs, he liked being around Willow. He admires her determination, respects her hardworking attitude, laughs at her stubbornness and bubbly guise, and thinks she's the most beautiful woman in the world.

It was all of a sudden that the one thing he needed to feel complete clicked in his mind. A new overwhelming amount of feelings and adoration caused him to pull to the side of the road and stop the car.

Confused by the stopping of the car, Willow straightened herself out and looked over to Dwight.

"Dwight, what are you-" She was cut off by him leaning over and kissing her with the fire of a thousand suns. She immediately wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing back with equal passion and emotion. He pulled her into his lap and held her close to him like he was going to lose her. Both of them felt a spark inside them that they've never felt with anyone else before.

Willow eventually broke the kiss, her mind going a hundred miles an hour. As much as she wanted to hop back into his arms and continue to make out with him, her curiosity outweighed her physical needs. She slid herself back into the passenger seat, fixing her hair.

"Dwight, I... why? I mean... that was... but... why?" Willow breathed out, still shaky and quite excited from his kiss.

"You... are everything. I practically lost you after you told me your feelings during the Casino Night. I didn't realize it back then. But I know now. I like you. I need you. Please..." Dwight confessed. Willow let out a small gasp, internally squealing at his confession.

"What about Angela?"

"Forget her. We can be together."

"Dwight, look. I wanted this for a long time. Believe me, you could kiss me like that any day of the week. But... I don't want to be the 'side chick' when you're still in a relationship. I can't be someone you use to cheat on another person."

"I'll break up with her immediately."

"Well... not immediately... but soon." 

"Okay." Dwight leaned in to kiss her again, but was blocked by her hand.

"No kisses until you break up with Angela." Willow smiled. Dwight ruffled her hair before going to start the car again.

♡

Dwight and Willow entered the office, Willow still blushing at what happened in the car. She gave a quick wave to Pam and sat back down at her desk.

Michael walked over to Dwight's desk, a scowl on his face.

"Hey, we nailed the sale!" Dwight smiled.

"Where were you this morning?" Michael asked, an icy tone laced in his voice.

"I overslept. Damn rooster didn't crow."

"Why do you lie, liar?"

"I am not a liar."

"You are lying right now. I know that you went to corporate this morning, and I know that you lied about it. And given our history, I need you tell me this instant exactly what you were doing."

"Michael, I cannot tell you what I was doing there. But you have to trust me, I would never do anything to hurt you or this company."

"Okay, you know what? I want you to think about your future in this company. I want you to think about it long and hard."

"That's what she said."

"Don't. Don't you dare. I want to know what you were doing this morning by the end of the day."

♡

"Dwight... where were you this morning?" Willow asked. She followed him to the elevators after his silent pleas for help.

"I had to bring something for Angela. I... I don't know if I want Michael to know I was with her."

"I mean... you should just come clean. Does it matter if you're gonna break up with her anyway? Unless..."

"No no, you're right. Thank you." Dwight kissed the brunette on the forehead before turning to go back into the office. When he was out of sight, Willow jumped in the air, giddy at his action.

♡

Four thirty PM. Everyone was working silently at their desks. As Willow filled out some more paperwork, she felt Dwight's hand graze against hers. Looking up, she saw him give her a nod before standing.

"Ahem. May I have your attention please? This will only take a moment of your time. To Michael, I must come clean about why I was late this morning. You see, I brought leftover accounting papers to Corporate due to the fact that I am in a relationship with Angela from accounting. Or... was. Angela, I'm officially breaking up with you, for I have feelings for another. Due to this, I am deciding to step down from my post as your number three. That is all." Dwight sat down. Everyone was stunned at his sudden confession, and looked over to Angela, who was looking down, embarrassed. Willow felt a twinge of pity for the blonde, but was slightly relieved Dwight handled the breakup quickly.

♡

"Dwight, you didn't have to break up with her in front of the whole office! What the hell?" Willow scolded with a smile. The two were back at the elevators.

"I didn't? Oh. I don't care." Dwight leaned down and pressed his lips onto Willow's. Smiling in the kiss, Willow placed her palms on his face, bringing him closer to her. Dwight broke the kiss and wrapped his arms around her.

"Now what?" Willow asked, hugging him back. Dwight placed his hands on her shoulders, giving her his undivided attention.

"Would you like to engage in romantic relations with me?"

"Thought you'd never ask, dork." Willow pulled his tie down and kissed him again, beaming in the kiss. Dwight wrapped his arms around her smaller frame, kissing her back. Remembering where they were, Willow quickly pushed herself off of him.

"After work. My place. I'll SMS message you the address." Dwight said hoarsely.

"Oh, yes." Willow smiled, excited for what was to come. She kissed him on the cheek before making her way back to the office.

♡

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