Micheal sat in his office after giving the announcement.
"Whoever wins employee of the month will get to go to Hawaii!" He had said, throwing out his arms dramatically. Smiles lit up the room as his employees tried to imagine it.
"Do we get to bring someone with us?" Stanley had asked in a bored tone.
"Well, I did get two tickets..." Micheal had said, glancing down at the folder in his hand. "But one of them is for me, so..."
Groans had filled the office. No one wanted to go on a trip with Michael. Well, almost no one.
"I'll go with you, Michael!" Dwight had burst out, standing up and raising his hand like a school girl.
"Well, you can't just say you want to go, you have to win!" Michael had told him.
Jim had swirled his chair around and raised his eyebrows at Pam. She had grinned back.
"I'll beat Dwight, Michael." Jim had said boldly, standing up. Pam had beamed at him. "I will go with you to Hawaii."
Michael's face had lit up excitedly.
Dwight had gave Jim a dirty look, them stared at Michael helplessly. "No, Michael! I will beat Jim, and we can go to Hawaii together!"
Michael's smile had lost its authenticity. "Okay..." He had muttered, then turned away and went into his office, shutting the door behind him.
Now Michael sat in his office. Turning to the camera-man, he grinned and said,
"Let the battle begin!"
Outside his door, Jim sat back down and swirled back around to his computer. Dwight remained standing, leaning over and breathing on the back of Jim's neck.
"I will defeat you, Jim Halpert." He hissed wickedly. "If anyone is going on a trip with Michael, it's going to be me." Dwight lingered wordlessly for a moment before straightening up and going to his own desk.
Jim looked over at Pam, who pretended to slit her throat. They grinned at each other, and Jim turned back to his desk and picked up the phone as it began to ring.
"Dunder Mifflin, Paper Company. Jim Halpert speaking. How can I help you?" He recited. As he wrote down orders and filled out paperwork, Jim did his best to ignore Dwight, though it was obvious he was staring.
A few weeks later, the month was up. Everyone turned in their files and reports and added up the totals, whether they wanted to go on the trip or not. Michael sat them all down in the conference room, the results in his hands.
"Okay, I have the winner right here." He held up the folder. "And whoever it is, will get to come with me to Hawaii!"
Everyone clapped. In the back of the room, Kelly was chatting with Ryan, saying how unfair it was that there was only one ticket.
"I would have worked, like, so hard if it had been two tickets, you know what I mean? Then we could've both gone." She said in a dreamy voice.
"Yeah. It's a shame." Ryan said with a sigh. Kelly grabbed onto his arm and rested her head on his shoulder. Ryan rubbed his forehead.
"Hey hey, attention!" Michael slapped the table. "Okay, the winner is..." Michael opened the folder and stared into it. The glitters vanished from his eyes. "Oh, God, no." He muttered, turning the page.
"Hey!" Philis cried.
"Dude!" Kevin sat up.
"That's not fair!" Kelly squealed. She jerked on Ryan's arm. "Ryan, tell him that's not fair!"
Ryan said nothing, staring off into the distance.
"Michael, who was it?" Oscar demanded.
"No one. It was a mess up." Michael snapped. "Okay, the real winner is..." Michael frowned. "Well, it's a tie!" He grinned, looking up.
The room was silent. Jim glanced at Pam, who shrugged.
"Jim and Dwight." Michael said.
A couple people clapped, and everyone stood up, ready to leave since they didn't win.
Dwight stood up. "So how do we settle this? Fist fight? Arm wrestling? Fencing?" He asked quickly, staring at Michael with complete seriousness.
Angela looked down and rubbed her nose to hide her smile.
"No, uh..." Michael glanced at the folder, then stood up. "We can all go. I'll just have to buy another ticket, that's all."
"Or," Jim put in, standing up, too. "You could buy the extra ticket, and you could just take Pam and me."
"No, that would't work..." Michael mumbled. "She didn't win..."
"I don't want Jim to come with us, Michael." Dwight said darkly.
"Then you can stay behind, how's that?" Michael said suddenly, staring at Dwight.
Dwight didn't know what to say. The conference room slowly emptied. As he left, Kevin flipped open the top of the folder to read the name inside. He snorted and shook his head, and went back to his desk.
"So who really won?" Philis asked Kevin, standing by his desk.
"Toby," Kevin chuckled. Philis sighed and went back to work.
"We leave Friday, people! I suggest you buy some swim shorts." Michael exclaimed, walking across the room, going back into his office. He shut the door behind him.
Jim made a bee-line for Pam's desk.
"Congratulations." She told him.
"Look, I wasn't even trying, okay? I don't even know if I want to go..." Jim said regrettably.
"No, you should go. Who knows? It might actually be fun." She said, smiling sweetly.
"Yeah? I don't know..." He drummed his fingers on the desk. "I'll have to think about it."
Jim sat at his desk, and Dwight glared at him.
"What?" Jim demanded, turning sharply to look at Dwight.
Dwight flinched, but recovered quickly. He turned away and started typing random stuff onto his computer to look like he was working.
Jim shook his head and dialed a potential customer's phone number.
Friday rolled around. Everyone showed up to work. Michael said the flight didn't leave until 2:35pm, so they had awhile to relax until then.
Jim spent most of the day at Pam's desk, saying he wished they could go together. Pam kept telling him to go, have fun. She didn't really want to go, anyway.
Michael sat in his office, playing with a paper airplane, when he heard a knock on his door.
"Come in!" He said, aiming for the door.
The door opened and Michael threw the plane. It brushed right beside Toby's head as he walked in. Toby flinched and glanced behind him at the plane that was sailing across the office.
"Michael, can I talk to you for a minute?" He asked, coming in and shutting the door.
Michael frowned with disappointment. "Fine. What?" He glanced at his watch.
"Michael," Toby came over and sat down in the chair opposite of Michael. "I saw the folder."
"Agh," Michael shook his head. "So that's what this is about. God!"
"Don't, I... I'm not here to yell at you. I just think... I have a right to know why."
"Why what?" Michael grunted.
"Why you don't like me." Toby said, scratching his ear.
Michael shook his head. "I can't do this right now, Toby. I'm trying to relax, I'm nervous about flying, and you just come in here, and ruin my day!" He slapped his knees. "Please, just get out. We'll talk about this some other time."
Toby stood up. "When you get back, or...?"
"Yeah, fine. Whatever, just..." Michael flapped his hand until Toby left. The door clicked shut. "What a jerk." He scowled at the camera.