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Chestpains. Where's the defibrilator?

INT. OFFICE - MOMENTS LATER
Peter has settled behind his desk to eat his lunch. Donna disappeared along with the rest of her entourage the moment it became clear that the boss was headed toward the office.
BOSS
I'll introduce you to the employees.
Aaron walks in to the office.
BOSS
Aaron. Can you come here please. This is Selma. She's starting today. This is Aaron.
He flirts.
AARON
Hi. Nice to meet you.
SELMA
Hi, it's nice to meet you too. I look forward to working together. I feel like I already know you from what Elsie has already described.
AARON
Oh, good things, I hope. Thank you. You're gonna like it here. When you're settled in, let me know so we can take a break.
BOSS
Did Bier go to lunch?
AARON
With the receptionist? He may be on his lunch break.
BOSS
Okay, that's alright. I'm just showing Selma around.
Although Bier clearly hears his name, he remains still until the fly comes around to pester his lunch.
Boss
Oh there you are.
Pete's eyes pop out at the vision of Selma as he attempts a closer look through the sides of his eyes.
Pete
Hi. I was just making copies. Hello, I'm Scott, eh, Pete. Nice to meet you... Selma? Er, Scott was telling me that a new writer was starting today.
(PAUSE)
Excuse me. There's a customer out there I'm helping the receptionist with. I just popped my head in to take a quick bite of my lunch before it gets too cold.
Selma
Oh, absolutely. I understand.
Boss
You're eating at your desk?
Aaron
(SIGNALING)
I'm going to the break room.
The boss and Selma slowly move down the row of cubicles to see who they can catch for an introduction.
Employee
(TO PHONE)
Excuse me.
Aaron
(TO PETE)
Do you need me for anything?
Pete
No. It's just something I thought I could take care of during my work hours.
Aaron
I just thought...
Pete
I gotta get out there.
The receptionist pops her head in before Pete get exit.
RECEPTIONIST
Pete? Emma wants to hand you these big stacks of papers personally.
EMMA (O.C.)
Hi, my name is Maggie.
Pete spots the fly and seems to believe he can calculate its path. He swipes at it and catches it, then looks around to see if anybody saw. As he exits the office, he shakes his clutched fist by his ear to listen to the fly.
PETE (ANXIOUS)
How can I help you today?
EMMA (O.C.)
Oh, you know... I'm just here to show you some papers which were requested as authorization for buying space in the magazine.
PETE
Really? Okay.
Emma fumbles thru papers concentrating on her stuff. Pete sees an opportunity, and hurls the fly against the wall and sees it drop to the floor. He walks over to it, satisfied to step on it dead.
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