[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#cc9900]Aidan Ferguson[/color][/h1][img]http://31.media.tumblr.com/044661629747b51a90f70ec509305417/tumblr_mq7mzscodw1rkbbsmo1_500.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: His Office; Dunder Mifflin[/center][hr][hr][color=cc9900]"If I didn't feel it was needed, I wouldn't have said it,"[/color] Aidan explained, his patience wearing thin. Gerald may not have been irritating in the same way that Chris was, but he had often got on Aidan's last nerve on more than one occasion with his unrelenting happiness. [color=cc9900]"Make it happen, Fischer."[/color]

He sighed, retreating back into his office. Already, today was horrible. Though to be fair, each day for the past eight years that Chris showed up to work had been horrible. Aidan had already considered giving Chris paid leave, just to be rid of him. Whenever Chris went on vacation, Aidan wanted to throw a party. And then, practically just as he went into his office to escape the irritations of his workers, the devil himself walked in, his face a mess of tears. 

Aidan scowled, looking at the piece of human garbage in front of him as he gave his weepy tale. Very slowly, methodically even, he opened up a tab on his computer, entering in the details regarding Chris' absence. Eventually, he hoped the bloke would slip up, claim that the same thing had happened twice to him. The man was an ant--and he, he was the boot.

[color=cc9900]"I expect an invite to the funeral. Lang may yer lum reek,"[/color] Aidan muttered, just as Chris dashed out of the office. He sighed, leaning back in his chair. He attempted to avoid staring at the cameras, but instead rolled his eyes. They were already proving to be a nuisance, meddling with his usual mode of punishment for Chris. Dunder Mifflin couldn't do to have the head of the New Castle branch look like a jackass, even if Chris' story turned out to be the horse shit he expected it to be. Throwing a knowing glance at the cameras, Aidan rolled his eyes, and collected himself. 

He had a meeting to run.

Leaving his office, Fischer's new comment brought an even deeper scowl to his face. A vein in his forehead was pulsing, as if it was about to burst. [color=cc9900]"Bloody brilliant idea, Fischer!"[/color] Aidan said, practically shouting. Attempting to give a cool grin towards Nana, it more looked like the smile of a raving serial killer. He'd had enough with social interaction for the day. 

He entered the Conference Room, taking his spot at the front. Locking eyes with Gwen, his face softened into a smile. There she was, sitting in the back, diligently taking notes. He couldn't have asked for a better intern. Now, if only his daughter Elspeth could be as problem free as Gwen...That would be his paradise. [hr][hr][center][h1][color=0099ff]Gwen Westbrook[/color][/h1][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/59ceff1056f85c28013219a7322e6095/tumblr_inline_na6h4708Z71rsud01.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: Her Desk (9), Main Office Area; Dunder Mifflin ---> The Conference Room; Dunder Mifflin[/center][hr][hr]Gwen glanced up at her book, grinning at bit at Ed. He was one of the nerdier people in the office, and definitely one of her favorites. Of course, she hadn't been sent to HR for anything beyond new hire instructions. [color=0099ff]"Well, she didn't write this, actually...The story is hers, but it was written by Jack Thorne,"[/color] Gwen answered, closing the book and placing her bookmark inside. [color=0099ff]"It's about Harry's son Albus...I won't say much more. Spoilers, you know."[/color] She giggled slightly at the obscure River Song reference, but figured that Ed would catch it. And if he didn't, she'd need to introduce him to some Doctor Who. 

Glancing up at Alastair, her eyes bugged out of her skull a bit. She knew [i]exactly[/i] what he was talking about, Zinnia's new boyfriend. She's chatted about it with her girlfriend a little bit, but with Zinnia's dad? That would be....weird. She gulped a bit, thankful as Ed jumped in with an explanation. She'd be off the hook then, it seemed. 

However, hearing Ed's advice, Gwen felt morally obligated to jump in. [color=0099ff]"Yeah, they do. Never turns out well,"[/color] she answered bluntly, scooping up the supplies she'd need for the meeting. A madlibs, carefully disguised as a notepad. Bidding Ed and Alastair farewell, she went over to the conference room, a bit glad to escape that awkward situation. Taking her seat in the back, she sat down, pretending to take notes while Aidan strolled into the room, a concealed smirk on her face.