DUNDER MIFFLIN — MEETING

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    Was it considered normal to be completely unaffected by the annoucements and his peers now? He used to at least have a glimmer of pride for himself and maybe spit out a word of congradulations to every one else but now, just... numbness. He was an excellent actor, however. A feigned smile graced his ashen lips, although he didn't say anything, that facade Beck was constructed was one that was appropriate for a meeting - proud and congradulatory. But his eyes were dulled and blank, lost in discoherant thought. A slight mumble to show that he had been listening. "Ok." It wasn't.