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Bitter Truth	By : InnocentIntentions Category: M through R > The Office Views: 5312 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: The Office (U.S.) © adapted by Greg Daniels; produced by Deddle-Dee Productions, Shine America & Universal Television. I do not claim copyright or ownership of the characters, show-related content nor am I profiting in anyway.

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Bitter Truth

Summary:
Warped by an obsessive jealousy, Dwight commits the unthinkable. Imprisoned, Jim struggles to escape Schrute Farms and the unmerciful hands of his enraged coworker who is determined to snuff out his fate.

Notes:
The Office fanfic featuring Dwight and Jim during the sixth season once Robert California’s in charge. As a forward note, it was necessary to set this story up rather than jump straight into the good stuff. But don't worry, I promise it will be worth the read. Just be patient and we will see how it goes from there c; I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it! I would love to see feedback and suggestions for future work!
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If you are purely here for one reason, you can start at chapter three. Otherwise, please read this story in its entirety for plot/character development and further comprehension.
As I am new to AFF, this is the first fanfiction that I have published to this site. If there are recommendations, advice is always appreciated <3
Copyright:
The Office (U.S.) © adapted by Greg Daniels; produced by Deedle-Dee Productions, Shine America & Universal Television. I do not claim copyright or ownership of the characters, show-related content nor am I profiting in anyway.

Chapter 1: Quivering Insurrection

The audible click of a block telephone sounded as the oblong shape slipped into its black receiver. A tall, slender man quickly jotted a figure down onto his spreadsheet, marking yet another successful order renewed with a regular client. Leaning backwards on his swivel chair, he fully stretched beneath the conjoined desks, content to linger for a brief respite while cupping his neck.
“Halpert, my office.”
Completely caught off guard by the immediate order, the foppish employee practically stumbled out of his seat. Sheepishly, he caught a knowing glance from Pam before he hastened to the branch manager’s domicile. Tightening his tie and smoothing his hair back before reaching the door, Jim hesitantly twisted the knob and entered,
“Sir?”
“Ah, Jim.” An imposing man of slight stature and robust frame appeared enthroned behind a mahogany desk. In Jim’s eyes, Robert California filled the entire space despite being partially dwarfed by his massive black leather chair. “Have a seat.”
Nodding his understanding, Jim realigned himself to the nearest available accommodation, a simple wooden armchair covered by a cerulean cushion. Prior to reigniting his boss’s attention, the slim salesman noted another colleague stationed against the far wall.
Dwight Schrute stood dressed in a traditional brown suit which he had adorned with that hideous striped yellow tie which matched his polo sarcastically well. Curiously, Jim noticed that Dwight’s nose was scrunched up in concentration. Unblinkingly, the stout man continued to press down upon the blinds in order to peer out the sole window pane. Before he could think to jeer his strange coworker’s odd behavior, Jim’s crafty inner dialogue was interrupted.
“Care to join us, Mr. Schrute?”
“Certainly.” Came the curt reply, tactile and to the point. Stiffly, Dwight turned, dropping his hand from the window with a twist to join his other already positioned behind his back.
“Now then, let’s begin this impromptu meeting, shall we?”
“Yes, lets.” Dwight enthusiastically agreed, liberally taking a step closer towards the desk. Wordlessly, Robert tilted his neck to stare into the soul of his subordinate,
“It’s best to learn when rhetoric is being applied.” Jim almost broke out into a chuckle, hiding his mirth behind the back of his hand. Dwight initially slumped at the reprimand yet maintained a rigid torso, naively confident that Robert was to impart some form of blessed wisdom onto his adoring staff.
“Regardless of how I was so rudely interrupted,” Mr. California grimaced, pinching the bridge of his nose, “I have called you both here in regards to a very importance pitch. This task requires stamina, teamwork and unswerving obedience, is that understood?”
“Sir, yes Sir!” A military salute flew up a pace beyond the desk whereas Jim questioned the required protocol,
“Excuse me sir, but why should we need any of those….qualities?” Now it was his turn to feel that all-consuming, fiery gaze as it stirred from his supposed nemesis onto himself,
“No reason,” The dark salt-peppered head shook nonchalantly, “No reason at all. Perhaps, someday you will become shrewd enough to discern the purpose on your own.”
“W-well…of course.” Jim conceded, feeling awkwardly out of place while Dwight offhandedly tutted in disappointment. Taking a liking to the former assistant to the regional manager compared to the recent critical reception, Robert shifted gears,
“While Jim matures, you are to lead this expedition Dwight.”
“You can count on me, Sir.” The low set cheeks of the German pushed back into a smile, an expression dashed by a cryptic gleam, “You have my word that I will whip this hooligan into shape.”
“Good to hear it. You’ll have to take your own car and bear an hour and a half along the back roads of Pennsylvania to reach this Godforsaken outpost. There’s a new paper company up in Hawley. You know how rural towns can be, so understandably the city is tucked up in a crevice of the Poconos Mountains. It’s roughly…I don’t know, say forty miles away?” He bent, pulling twin manila folders up from his desk cabinet, “Don’t look so dismayed! This deal will enable us to drive them out of business with one deft swing of the hammer.”
Mysteriously, Mr. California peered at Jim for an uncomfortably long moment before snapping away, handing the papers over to his newly favored assistant,
“Dwight you requested this mission, and as such, I place full responsibility onto you. Make Sabre proud.”
“Wait, Dwight’s in charge?” Jim sputtered, “Sir, I highly think you should reconsider! After all, imagine how he will behave around the-”
“Hush it, Halpert.” Robert’s eyes lit up in pleasure unexpectantly, “You know, I’ve always wanted to say that. Anyway, I think Dwight will excel in this field. He is a beet farmer after all. He will suit the rustic demeanor of this quaint Ma and Pa shop perfectly. You are to assist him and use that famous charm of yours to ensure its success, eh?”
Jim bit his lower lip, pent frustration mustered behind bleak irises.
“I can sense your nervousness.” Alarmed, pale eyes darted upwards to match his employer’s, “However, I will expect nothing less than greatness if you are to accept this task. Surprisingly, you two make an incredibly efficient sales team, functioning well as a duo while sharing similar tactics. Cooperate on this sales call like I know you can. That is all I ask Jim, unless you are uncomfortable.”
Immediately, the shaggy brunette’s hands splayed wildly in a disarming gesture,
“No, no Sir, I’m not nervous! Why would I be-” Before waiting, a thick finger pressed against his forehead, causing nausea to pool in the pit of Jim’s stomach as Robert continued his narration,
“I cannot make you go on this sale call. What is done depends solely on you, Mr. Halpert. Will you choose to go?” His sea grey eyes pierced a part of Jim, washing over his senses with a type of unexplainable mysticism that both entranced and terrified him.
“Yes.” The faint reply echoed in his head, unconscious that he had so easily complied with Jo’s intimidating Sabre CEO replacement.
“Good man. I did not make that choice; you did Jim. Now that this is settled, leave.” The intense personality of the Regional Manager disturbed the office on multiple levels. Yet the enigma of his genius and that sought after desire to be considered worthy of Mr. California’s time stilled Jim Halpert to quiet acceptance. The overqualified corporate officer departed into his enclosed space, relieving the atmosphere of his creepily perceptive nature.
Eyebrows knitting in confusion, Jim’s lean frame arose, noiselessly retreating to his own cubicle.
“So…how’d it go?” Ah, his sweet wife was calling, concern displayed upon her rosy complexion.
“I shouldn’t have expected anything different Pam.”
“What happened?” She asked gently, setting down a pen in order to focus. Rolling his eyes in annoyance, Jim muttered,
“Of all things, Robert California has ordered me and Dwight to go on some remote sales pitch to the middle of nowhere!”
“Eastern Pennsylvania is not the middle of nowhere. You should know that Jim.” Dwight staunchly contradicted, rounding the corner in order to access his own belongings, “Now pack your things, kiss your wife goodbye then prepare for departure.”
Bristling ever so slightly, Jim nodded,
“Will do.” Pursing his lips in agreement, Dwight smugly sauntered off with his briefcase,
“I’ll go rev up my beauty.”
“Ugh,” Jim groaned, “Can you believe I’ll be stuck in that beat up old car for half the day with him?”
“Come on,” Pam urged, “Believe me, it could be worse.”
“Yeah but complaining makes me feel better,” Jim quipped, pretending to pout. At this act of childishness, their pealing laughter broke the relatively silent cubicle room.
“Keep it down, will you?” Stanley huffed from his counter, “Some of us are trying to work.”
“Sure thing,” Kindly backing down, Jim logged out of his computer session and pushed back from his desk, “I was just leaving anyways.” Grabbing his suitcase, he rose. Surprising his wife by a swift peck on the lips, he murmured before pulling away,
“I’ll see you at home.” With that, he trotted to the doorway, whipped a jacket off the coat rack and made a final wave to his heart’s beloved who shook her curly head in amusement and resumed sales.
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