CONFERENCE ROOM, FIVE MINUTES!

I'd probably get tarred and feathered if I ever said this out loud, but I really don't think "The Office" aged well. Maybe it's because now that I'm in the business world, the idiosyncrasies of the Scranton branch of the Dunder Mifflin Paper Company hits too close to home, I don't know. Maybe if I ever thought Dilbert was ever funny, I would have had the same change in tastes. But I couldn't help but see Hannah trying to get the staff meeting called to order and not think of Michael Scott yelling in some outrageous costume to get everyone into the conference room. I will also say, Michael never looked anywhere near as good as Hannah did trying to herd the staff into some semblance of order.

"Thank god you're here Mike, I don't know how it would have looked if you weren't here for your own promotion announcement."

I had to chuckle at that. "Yeah, it wouldn't have been great. Though, now that I'm management, I guess I'll need to take up golf or something. Gotta fill all those hours I won't be here with something."

"Mast...vice-president or not," Hannah corrected herself without anyone around us seeming to catch the near slip-up, "this is still my company. Sure, it might be awkward, but I think I'll survive having to explain why my hot ex-employee spends so much time in my office with the door closed. The sultry smile she gave me made up for the quick elbow she jammed into my side. "Speaking of...I spoke with Lindsay after you left. I've given her all the...pertinent materials, and filled her in on the situation. Let's just say she's very eager to move your working relationship into its next phase."

Looking over Hannah's shoulder, I saw Lindsay sitting at her desk, staring at me. Despite what just happened at the bank, the my imagination was conjuring up all sorts of dirty things I could do with Hannah's gorgeous brunette assistant. "Easy there Mike. You're going to be giving a speech in a couple minutes. Are you sure you want your pants tenting out like a thirteen year old in gym class? Go say hi to your newest...partner." Hannah pushed me over towards Lindsay. "Oh, and by the way, I know you weren't going to throw too many new tasks at Dana, but I let it slip about your arrangement with our troublemaker-in-chief, and Lindsay wants in. Other than you, I think she's had to deal with Dana's shit more than anyone."

With that, Hannah put her fingers to her mouth and let out a near-deafening whistle, drawing all the commotion around her to a halt. As she launched into her meeting, going over sales numbers, and upcoming events, I made my way over and took a seat by Lindsay, who was grinning like that cat that swallowed the canary. "So, Lindsay," I whispered, "penny for your thoughts?"

"Oh, Mike. Based off what Hannah has told me, I believe you've paid in advance. At least 100 pennies worth." Her fingernails slowly drawing lines on my arm.

"What else has our lovely boss been telling you?