[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#cc9900]Aidan Ferguson[/color][/h1][img]http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mdj8imNUGE1qef4lro2_500.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: His Office; Dunder Mifflin --> Main Office Area; Dunder Mifflin[/center][hr][hr][color=cc9900]"So...This is a...What did you call it again? Yeah, yeah, a living documentary. Isn't that just what you lot call reality TV...? Really? It seems like the same bloody thing to me, gents."[/color] Aidan Ferguson, Regional Manager of Dunder Mifflin New Castle, shrugged at the camera, rolling his eyes a bit as he did so. His suit, crafted from Italian silk, appeared to be impeccable. The camera shifted its focus from Aidan's face, subtly zooming in on a glass of scotch sitting in front of him at the table. Noticing the new angle, Aidan chuckled a bit.

[color=cc9900]"I need something to keep myself going,"[/color] Aidan explained, lifting up the glass and taking a swig. [color=cc9900]"These poor bastards, they act like I'm Mum and they've cut their bloody arms off!"[/color]

Shaking his head a bit, Aidan glanced up, looking directly into the camera once more. [color=cc9900]"Why did I come to Dunder Mifflin? Well...It's simple, really. I like winning,"[/color] Aidan replied, a smirk playing on his lips. [color=cc9900]"Sure, Scranton kicks our arses in sales, but otherwise, New Castle [i]is[/i] a castle in its own rights. We're like warriors, pillaging and raping and murdering and closing deals...Rather heroic and dashing, if you ask me."[/color][hr][center][img]https://67.media.tumblr.com/d72bb45f9d30ca742c62d91cfc1a9d77/tumblr_inline_nfo90xV0791r7blwi.gif[/img][/center][hr]Aidan waltzed out of his office, taking a moment to observe his minions, away at work. There was Rose, shy and cheerful, dutifully answering the phones. Glancing at a pad of paper on her desk, Aidan frowned, recalling her less than desirable background. Shifting his gaze, his lip curled. The bane of his existence, Chris Meyer, hadn't shown up yet for work. As much as he despised Chris, he hated lateness even more. 

[color=cc9900]"Where's Meyer?"[/color] Aidan asked, walking towards the center of the room. He wouldn't have been surprised if the bastard had hid himself underneath a table, sitting with a pie, ready to throw it towards Aidan. Seeing him nowhere, Aidan sighed, shaking his head morosely. [color=cc9900]"Fischer, dock his pay again--he's all all bum and parsley."[/color]

A glance at the clock revealed that it was 9:00 AM. They were due to have a meeting on the infiltration into their personal lives, as Aidan doubted anyone bothered to read the memos. He could hardly understand the appeal himself, making a TV show style documentary, with each episode and each season focusing on a different aspect of the monotonous life of paper salesmen. Perhaps Gwen would understand--he made a note to ask the lass later.

[color=cc9900]"Meeting, conference room, five minutes,"[/color] Aidan announced. He paused, looking at each of his workers in turn. [color=cc9900]"Heid doon arse up!"[/color][hr][hr][center][h1][color=0099ff]Gwen Westbrook[/color][/h1][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/HdlPiBXC8DrIA/giphy.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: Her Desk (9), Main Office Area; Dunder Mifflin[/center][hr][hr]Gwen brushed a bit of her hair behind her shoulder, nodding a bit. [color=0099ff]"So...what's this for again?"[/color] she asked, fidgeting in the chair. She paused, comprehension washing over her face. [color=0099ff]"Ah, okay. Yeah, I guess this place is okay...I mean, they never give me enough work to do, so I'm constantly bored...I read a lot of books in my spare time."[/color] She smiled awkwardly, but continued to face the camera dead on. As awkward as her mannerisms indicated her to be, she didn't ever look away. She faced it straight on.

[color=0099ff]"I want to be a homicide detective,"[/color] Gwen explained, answering the camera crew's question. [color=0099ff]"So this place doesn't really help but...Well, if anyone is killed via paper jam, I'll be able to solve the case with my eyes closed."[/color]

An honest smile played on her face, and she nodded again. [color=0099ff]"I wouldn't call it stalking just...I like to observe the other people here...without them knowing I'm following them...Is that bad?"[/color][hr][center][img]http://67.media.tumblr.com/94811a068a2cc2eb16b139a4ba043204/tumblr_mv8l6nFlzn1qea4dgo1_250.gif[/img][/center][hr]Already nine o'clock, and Gwen had finished her work for the day. For some absurd reason, no one ever gave her anything challenging to do. Sometimes Rose would have her help make copies, but distributing the morning memos and checking in with the heads of each department hardly took any time. The worst part was that she couldn't just [i]leave[/i]. They paid her by the hour. 

Cracking open a copy of [i]Harry Potter and the Cursed Child[/i], Gwen prepared herself for today's binge reading session. Her desk had a stack of five lengthy volumes ready to be opened, as she knew that the play wouldn't be able to keep her occupied past lunch. [i]Dracula[/i] was next on her to-read list, though truthfully, she knew that college admissions essays perhaps deserved more of her attention. 

Her eyes comically widening and her smile becoming straight lipped, she couldn't have looked more like Jim Halpert as she watched Aidan on his morning rant. None of it was directed towards her, of course. If anything, he'd come over and try out the latest parenting technique he learned from Nana. Her exaggerated facial expression turned quickly into a grimace at the thought. She got enough parenting at home. She didn't want an angry Scot to do it as well. 

However, she couldn't help but return to a better mood. Five minutes was plenty of time for her to finish at least another scene. Returning her focus to her play, she zoned the rest of the office out. 

It was one of her many talents.