We open in the desert with unusually shaped rocks. A late night talk show, on a radio, is discussing the secrecy over Area 51. Somebody is climbing a chain link fence. We don't see his pursuers but it's obvious this shadow of a man is stressed and anxious to get away from something. The radio show fades in and out of the scene (O.C.) and vaguely suggests the action by the power of suggestion as Bier has fallen asleep behind his desk.

One of the clerks lowers the volume on the radio. Another clerk unscrews the cap to a flask filled with techila. Yet another clerk asks if he can smoke. Everybody is glad about the together time they spend during these informal breaks when business is slow. Someone brings up a picture from the magazine of a crazy man-tiger who altered his face to look like a feline.

Co-workers have gathered near the cubicles to hang out and notice that he's begun to snore and mumble and fart. Some gibberish is barely audible but not incorehent. As the nearest co-workers casually stretches as if restless, he moves down wind from Bier zoning out the chitter chatter from the other and attempt to make out what Bier's mumbling.

Bier suddenly jumps awake with a jolt at mid snore.

Aaron exits.

A fly lands on his nose. He shakes his head like a dog.

As Pete sporadically curses under his breath at the fly, one of the other employees peeps their head over the cubicle.

Pete's eyes wander in search for the pesky fly.

The conversation between others within the group dies down as their attention begins to focus on Pete and Donna.

SFX: PHONE RINGS

Pete answers.

Donna puts on a grin waiting for Pete to finish his sentence, possibly with the name of his grandma which would complete her smile. There is a pause as PETE has no intention of answering her question.

Donna scampers away, swaying her hips in catwalk fashion and pays one last glance over her shoulder at his last remark.

Pete is not unaffected, yet he absorbs every nuance of Donna's dance. Pete sees his boss. Somebody is with her.

Everyone in the small clique begins clapping. Pete takes a swipe at the fly which didn't follow Donna. He shakes his clutched fist by his ear as if checking to see if he caught it.

Pete gets up to go to the reception desk.

In the background, somebody feebly holds up his MP3 player and ear buds in display. Pete's boss slowly makes her way closer to the office with Selma. Selma is a short, voluptuous business type who is being oriented on her first day at work. The small clique scatters.