〔𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 ; 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘺-𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦〕
〔𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸.〕

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WILLOW SAT AT HER DESK FILLING out an expense report when Andy Bernard entered the office with a box of his stuff. Willow grimaced, remembering that he finally returned from his anger management training. She braced herself as he slowly approached her desk.

"Good morning, Willow." he said calmly.

"Good morning, Andy. How are you?" Willow responded, immediately feeling awkward.

"I'm good. Uh, I'm Drew now."

"Oh, I'm sorry, Drew."

"Don't worry, you didn't have to apologize."

"Okay, have a good day, Drew."

"You too, Willow. Mornin' Jim."

"Hey, Andy! How are you, man?" Jim turned around in his seat to face Andy.

"Good... Drew..."

"What's that?"

"You can call me Drew."

"No, I'm not gonna call you that."

"Cool. I can't control what you do. I can only control what I do."

"Andy..."

"Drew," Andy walked toward Dwight, suppressing any anger he had. "Dwight... how's it going, man?"

♡

"Yes, I have decided to shun Andy Bernard for the next three years, which I'm looking forward to." Dwight announced.

"Aren't you taking it a little too far, honey?" Willow announced, a small smile tugging at her face.

"No."

"Fair enough."

♡

"Jim, could you please inform Andy Bernard that he is being shunned." Dwight commanded, not looking up from his work.

"Andy, Dwight says welcome back, and he could use a hug." Jim joked, earning a smirk from Willow.

"Okay, tell him that's not true."

"Dwight says that he actually doesn't know one single fact about bear attacks."

"Okay..." Andy awkwardly walked toward his desk, confused.

"Okay, no. Jim, tell him that bears can climb faster than they can run. Jim! Tell him!"

"Andy... Nah, that's too far." Jim muttered as he looked down at some papers on his desk.

"Damn you." Dwight whispered.

"Dwight, calm down." Willow ordered, not looking up from her work.

♡

Michael led the upstairs workers down to the warehouse for their 'annual' Safety Training Day; annual being defined as after a serious accident. All Willow knew about this incident was that Darryl broke his leg because of a certain regional manager. And now the entire office was watching him explain the aspects of the warehouse.

"Now, this is the forklift. You need a license to operate this machine. That means the upstairs office workers can't drive it," Darryl explained, looking right at Michael. "Quiz! Mike, should you drive the forklift?"

"I can, and I have." Michael answered confidently.

"No! No no no no no! I said, should you. You should not drive it. You should not drive the forklift, you understand?"

"You're not allowed to drive the forklift." worker Lonny added.

"It's not safe, you don't have a license."

"Guys, I'm not the only one who's driven the forklift. 'Pudge' has driven the forklift." Michael said, pointing to warehouse worker Madge.

"Madge." she said.

"I thought your name was Pudge."

"No, it's always been Madge."

"Okay. Um, her."

"Her. Yes, 'her' is qualified to work a dangerous machine. You are not. Okay?" Darryl ordered.

"Oh my God, it's like talking to a five-year-old with this man." Willow muttered to Pam, who simply nodded in response.

"The baler can flatten a car engine. It can cut off your arm and crush your entire body without skipping a beat." Darryl continued. Willow looked over to Dwight, who let out a silent 'Yeah!' at the description. She smiled at his excitement as she turned back to face Darryl.

"How many people a year do you think get their arms cut off in a baler?" the foreman asked.

"Bail'er? I hardly know her." Michael joked, earning a few grimaces from the other employees.

"Damn it, Michael, pay attention man." Lonny huffed.

"Anybody wanna take a guess? Anybody?" Darryl encouraged. Willow overheard Jim and Kevin talking indistinctly as Darryl continued questioning everyone.

"Ten people, Michael. Ten people. Would you like to be one of them?"

Willow felt herself zone out a bit, thinking about Dwight. She looked down at her shoes as various happy memories with her boyfriend swirled around her mind. It was here where she realized something that made her heart flutter. He was her everything. She looked up and looked over to Dwight, a large smile present on her face. He looked over to her and gave her a smile. And with that smile, she knew one thing.

♡

Everyone came back to the upstairs office for Toby's safety training presentation. Willow sat back at her desk and leaned her head on her hand, preparing herself for another half hour of a mundane presentation on things she knew already. She rolled her chair over to Dwight's desk, turning herself around so she could face Michael and Toby.

"Toby now has the floor... and he is going to try not to screw this up, like everything else in his life. Let me rephrase that. I believe that you can do safety training and make it sound just as good as Darryl. Here we go!" Michael announced, gesturing toward Toby to begin his presentation.

As Toby droned on about God knows what, Willow laid her head onto Dwight's shoulder. He felt himself flinch at the sudden contact but quickly calmed down when he saw it was Willow. He discretely took Willow's hand into his own, handling it as if she were a porcelain doll. He subconsciously began rubbing his thumb on her palm as he wrote notes from the presentation on a small notepad Willow bought him.

Even as he was paying attention to the presentation, Dwight felt his focus shift ever so slightly to the woman to his left. He glanced over to her and saw she was slowly closing her eyes as a result of boredom. Normally he'd scold someone for not paying attention to meetings, but seeing Willow look almost sort of peaceful leaning on his shoulder softened his demeanor a bit.

He would never admit it out loud, but dating Willow has started to change his perspective on things (for the better, of course). If he had to make a decision about something, she was always on his mind. She was his everything. And he knew one thing.

♡

The presentation ended with Michael and Darryl going back and forth about how the upstairs workers 'did not have real struggles' compared to the warehouse workers. With that, he recruited Dwight to help him make a 'Michael Scott Safety Demonstration,' much to Willow's chagrin.

Now, Willow was gathered at reception with Jim, Karen, Oscar and Kevin; with Pam holding up her little container of jelly beans for everyone to see.

"So what's happening here?" Willow asked.

"We're betting on how many jellybeans are in there." Jim answered.

"Sweet, I'm in." Willow took out her wallet and placed a dollar bill into the pile to Pam's right.

"How many do you think are in here?" Pam asked the group.

"Ten." Kevin answered quickly.

"Really, ten? That's your guess? You're a professional accountant. Forty-two." Oscar retaliated.

"I see forty-five." Willow inquired.

"I'm gonna say fifty." Jim said.

"Fifty-one." Karen quickly added.

"Oh, don't be that person." Jim whined.

"That is lame." Kevin complained.

"It's a strategy!" Karen reasoned.

"It's called being smart." Pam declared.

"Thank you."

Pam poured out the jellybeans and began counting. She quickly surpassed ten, which meant Kevin was out. The tall accountant let out a silent 'damn it' as Pam continued counting.

"Forty-seven, forty-eight, forty-nine! Jim wins!" Pam exclaimed. The group began cheering as Pam reached over and handed Jim his money. Willow gave him a high-five as he pocketed the money.

"That is not fair. He has spent hours up here at reception with you. Hours and hours." Kevin complained.

"Okay..." Jim muttered.

"No, constantly. Like, for years."

"Okay, Kevin. Thank you." Willow quickly scolded, earning a silent 'thanks' from Jim.

♡

"So then the next movie moves to the top of the queue. So number five becomes number four, number six becomes number five, number three becomes number two, et cetera et cetera."

As the day went on, more and more of the employees were participating in the betting game, with everyone wagering how long Kelly can ramble on about Netflix to Ryan. As she continued, he looked down at his watch, timing how long it would take for her to finish talking.

"And let's just say that I just sent back Love Actually, which was awesome. And they sent me Uptown Girls, which is also awesome. But guess what, now I want to see Love Actually again, but it's at the bottom of the queue! Oh no, what do I do?" As Kelly continued chatting, Karen, Phyllis, Willow and Creed threw down their wagered money in a pile to the right of Ryan.

"What I do, is this. I go online, I go click, click, click. And I change the order of the queue so that I can see Love Actually as soon as I want to. It's so easy, Ryan. Do you really not know how Netflix works?" Kelly finished. Pam and Jim placed their money in the increasing pile.

"I guess I forgot." Ryan said, taking the money while kissing Kelly on the nose.

"You're such a ditz." Kelly scoffed as she walked back to the annex, smiling giddily.

"Ryan, well done. Two minutes, forty-two seconds. Additionally, Pam, you win ten because she said 'awesome' twelve times, Jim, you win five because she mentioned six romantic comedies. And Willow, you win three because she mentioned Love Actually twice." Kevin announced. Willow let out a silent 'woo!' as she gave Pam a high-five.

♡

Next, everyone decided to bet on whether apple-eating Creed would notice Jim swapping the apple for a potato. Everyone gathered over at accounting, placing their wagers with Kevin. Once everyone was done, Kevin gave Pam a signal, alerting her to go over and talk to Creed.

"Hey, Creed!" Pam greeted.

"Oh, hey!" Creed responded. The two began talking for a bit as Jim swiftly swapped the apple for the potato, disposing of the bitten fruit into the trash. Soon, Pam finished her conversation with Creed and walked back over to the group.

Everyone watched intently as Creed picked up the potato and took a huge bite out of it as if it was still his apple. Most of the employees silently cheered as Kevin gleefully handed everyone their money.

♡

The employees were chatting amongst themselves when Dwight ran inside, panting.

"Is everything okay?" Willow asked, walking over to her boyfriend and placing her hands on his forearms.

"Guys! Listen up! Michael is up on the roof, and acting strange!" Dwight proclaimed, placing his hands on the small of Willow's back.

"He what?"

"Acting strange," Dwight leaned toward Willow's ear to whisper: "Don't worry, it's a rouse." She nodded as she saw Andy rush over to them.

"Whoa! What's the situation?" he asked. Dwight pursed his lips, contemplating whether he wanted to answer.

"Un-shun. I think he's suffering from depression. Re-shun."

"Okay, when's the shunning thing gonna end?"

"Un-shun. Never. Re-shun. I think he wants you all to come out to the parking lot and watch him die!"

"Are you sure it's a rouse, honey?" Willow asked, worry lacing her voice.

"I'm positive." Dwight gave Willow a small kiss on her forehead.

"Is it nice outside?" Stanley asked.

"It's gorgeous. Let's go!"

"Do I need my jacket?"

"No really, it's, it's very nice. Come on!"

"Will I be too warm in a long sleeve tee?" Ryan inquired.

"Everybody's gonna be fine in exactly what they're wearing, let's go! Let's go!" Dwight grabbed Willow's hand and began motioning everyone outside.

As everyone exited the office to see what was going on, Dwight continued to encourage everyone to see what was going on.

"Come on, hurry up you guys!" Dwight exclaimed. He led Willow to the front of the crowd and motioned for her to look up.

Up on the roof stood Michael Scott shouting for his life. Willow felt her eyes widen at the sight.

"Michael, what's wrong?" Dwight shouted into a megaphone.

"Everything's wrong. The stress of my modern office has caused me to go into a depression." Michael wailed.

"Depression? Isn't that just a fancy word for feeling 'bummed out?'"

"Dwight, you ignorant slut," Willow let out a small laugh at the nickname. "Depression is a very serious illness. Over thirty-two thousand people commit suicide every year! According to a 2004 study!"

"Is that the last year the data was available?"

"Yes! My head is in such pain! And turmoil!"

"Don't do anything rash!"

"Wait, where are the warehouse guys?"

"I didn't-" Dwight lowered the megaphone and walked closer to the building. Willow saw him whispering to Michael for a bit before running to the entrance of the warehouse, yelling for them to come out and see what was happening.

Soon after Dwight ran out of the warehouse, reciting the same lines he said when coming into the office earlier. Willow strode off towards Jim, smiling at how goofy Dwight was acting.

♡

"Well, you know, the first performance was a little off. But I really think they hit their stride, in the second show. Um, might even bring my parents tomorrow, to the matinee." Jim joked, making his signature face.

"Oh, Mom and Dad would love this show. You know how they appreciate musical theater." Willow added, joining in on the bit.

"And that is why I am going to jump off this roof!" Michael exclaimed in the background.

"Oh, 'Scuse me. It's my favorite part." Jim walked off to continue watching the tomfoolery unfold in front of him, Willow following close behind.

♡

Michael continued his over-dramatic lamenting as Creed walked over to the group, getting their attention.

"Hey, check it out, there's a... there's a castle over there." he pointed out. Everyone walked over to where Creed was pointing, seeing a gigantic bouncy castle behind the building.

"Oh my God, there is a castle." Jim laughed.

"Wow." Willow commented.

"No, there's nothing to see over there, people! There's nothing to see..." Dwight called out in an attempt to prevent everyone from discovering the castle.

"The poor man's gonna actually kill himself if he does this!" Willow exclaimed.

"He better not jump." Pam said.

♡

Sooner or later, Darryl eventually coaxed Michael down from the roof in hopes he wouldn't do anything rash. Everyone cheered as he came down, grateful that he was not going to risk his life to try and prove something to the warehouse workers. 

Willow followed Dwight inside the building to retrieve her stuff and leave for the day. They held hands as they entered the empty office to get their things.

"Wanna go out to dinner?" she asked while putting her purse around her arm.

"Of course, darling." he responded, wrapping an arm around his girlfriend and grabbing his briefcase.

The two left the office smiling. As Dwight pulled Willow closer to him and placed a kiss on her temple, they knew one thing and one thing only.

They were absolutely in love with each other.