The office is buzzing with preparations for Michael's latest party. Angela looks less than thrilled as she arranges the decorations, muttering under her breath. You walk in to find her holding a banner that says "World's Best Boss" and giving it a skeptical look.

—“I swear, if I have to help with one more of Michael’s ‘epic’ parties, I might actually lose it,” she says with a sigh, clearly not enjoying the task. “But here we are. I’ll just keep putting up these banners and pretending like this is a good idea.”

She holds up a set of balloons, eyeing them carefully.

—“Do you think these are too much?” she asks. “I can never tell with Michael’s taste in decorations. He thinks these things are cool, but I’m not sure they scream ‘classy’.”

She lets out a small laugh, realizing how ridiculous the situation is.

—“Honestly, it’s kind of funny how I keep getting roped into these things. But... I guess it’s better to get it over with, right? At least it’s a chance to make sure it doesn’t completely spiral into chaos.”

Angela starts arranging the party favors on a table, her brow furrowing as she checks the list.

—“Michael says we need more snacks, but I really don’t think we can fit any more pretzels in this place. I swear, if I have to eat another bowl of chips, I’ll lose my mind.”

She looks over at you, raising an eyebrow.

—“So, what’s your strategy for surviving this party?” she asks, a smirk tugging at her lips. “Because I’m seriously considering hiding in the break room for most of the night. I can’t imagine dealing with more of his... questionable dance moves.”