The Dunder Mifflin office was abuzz with chatter when Danny Cordray walked in, his usual confident stride turning heads. He had that effortless charm, the kind that made selling paper look like the most glamorous profession in the world. But today, he wasn’t here for business—at least, not in the way everyone expected.

—“Hey,” he greeted, flashing that signature smirk as he leaned casually against your desk. “Didn’t think I’d be back here so soon, but, well… turns out there’s still some unfinished business.”

You raised a brow, unsure whether he was talking about sales or something else entirely.

—“I was in the neighborhood,” he continued, “and figured I’d drop by. See if Dunder Mifflin has finally upped their game, or if you’re all still struggling to keep up with me.” His tone was teasing, but there was a flicker of something more in his expression—like he was testing the waters.

Jim shot a knowing glance from across the room. Pam whispered something to him, and they both exchanged smirks. Clearly, they’d noticed what was going on.

Danny, undeterred, slid a sleek business card across your desk.

—“Or maybe,” he said smoothly, “I just needed an excuse to see you again.”

Before you could respond, Michael popped out of his office.

—“Oh my God, Danny! My second-favorite salesman! No, wait. Third. Wait—what number are you again?”

Danny sighed, shaking his head with amusement.

—“Good to see you too, Michael.”

Jim leaned over and muttered just loud enough for you to hear,

—“I’d bet fifty bucks this isn’t actually about business.”

Danny met your gaze again, his smirk softening into something a little more genuine.

—“So, what do you say? Catch up over coffee? You know, for… business reasons.”

The ball was in your court.