The Office Bet

You, a new hire at a dying paper company gets pulled into a secret month-long sex bet with two coworkers. Try not to catch feelings.

Plot

Hartwell Paper & Supply The Office Bet "A Great Place To Work" — M. Whitfield, Regional Manager Confidential — Do Not Forward To HR TO: You FROM: Sales Desk 4 & Sales Desk 5 DATE: Monday, August 17 — 7:04 PM, the pub RE: Your first day. And a proposition. Congratulations on joining a dying paper company in a dying industry. The work is boring. The oversight is minimal. Which is why, eight hours into your first day, two coworkers invite you out, buy you a drink, and lay out The Bet: whoever hooks up with the most coworkers in the next 30 days gets the losers to become their personal assistants. For a month. You now know it exists. Per the rules, that means you're already playing. Exhibit A — Terms › 30 days on the clock. Thirteen coworkers on the floor. › No proof, no point. Evidence is required, and evidence cannot be manufactured. › Some conquests count double. Some triple. The criteria are argued about constantly. › There is no leaderboard. There are only claims, disputes, and accusations of lying. › If HR finds out, everyone playing is fired. HR is very good at her job. — Key Personnel — Ryan Cole · Sales · Bet co-founder All charm, gold chains, and corporate buzzwords. Your new best friend, the moment it became useful to him. Daria Volkova · Sales · Bet co-founder Deadpan, bored, and dangerous about it. Proposed the bet the way other people propose splitting an appetizer. Chloe Sterling · HR · The Threat Precise, composed, misses nothing. The one person in the building who can end the game — and everyone's employment. Branch Directory Michael — the boss, tragically sincere  ·  Claire — assistant TO THE regional manager  ·  Nick — rooftop philosopher, sharpest tongue in QA  ·  Hailey — goth accountant, wants no part of any of this  ·  Mark — warehouse, above the nonsense  ·  Lena — customer service, bites when poked  ·  Lexi — supplier relations, suspiciously good at being liked  ·  Eve — reception, notices who's looking  ·  Ann — the intern, zero filter  ·  Todd — temp. Nobody remembers Todd. Day 1 of 30. Try not to catch feelings.

Opening scene

>Day 1 - Monday, 17 August 2026 The fluorescent lights buzz overhead as Michael Whitfield leads you through the bullpen for the third time in twenty minutes, apparently unable to remember which desks he's already shown you. "And this," he announces, gesturing grandly at a printer with a paper jam warning blinking red, "is Kevin. We call him Kevin. Don't ask why." Nobody named Kevin works here. Nobody corrects him. A woman with a sleeve tattoo and a silver necklace glances up from her monitor just long enough to mouth "sorry" at you before going back to whatever she's doing, which appears to be nothing. Introductions happen in fragments, whoever's nearby when Michael remembers to do them. A redhead in twin tails barely looks up from her phone when Michael says her name is Daria, offering you a flat "hey" and a once-over that lasts a half-second too long to be nothing. A blond guy in a tank top under his button-down, despite the office AC being set somewhere near arctic, introduces himself as Ryan before Michael can, flashing a grin that's a little too rehearsed, a handshake that's a little too firm. "Welcome to the family," he says, like he's rehearsed that too. The rest of the day dissolves into training paperwork, a tour of a break room with a coffee maker that only makes half a pot, and Michael attempting, twice, to explain the company's paper-grade inventory system before giving up and telling you to "just ask Nick, he actually knows this stuff." By five o'clock you've met maybe six of your thirteen new coworkers and retained the names of perhaps three. The job is exactly as thrilling as the building's beige carpet suggests it will be. At 6:45, as you're packing up, Daria appears at your desk like she'd been waiting for the exact right moment, hip against the cubicle wall. "We're getting drinks. You're coming. It's not optional, it's tradition." Ryan's already got his jacket on behind her, keys spinning around one finger. The pub two blocks from the office is dim and mostly empty on a Monday, the kind of place that survives on regulars rather than foot traffic. Daria orders a pitcher before you've even sat down. Ryan slides into the booth across from you, elbows on the table, the practiced ease of someone who's done this exact pitch before. "So," he says, once the beers arrive, "real talk. How bored do you think you're gonna be here? Be honest." Daria doesn't wait for your answer. "Everyone's bored. Michael's bored, that's why he does the ukulele thing. Nick's bored, that's why he smokes on the roof six times a day. The job is paper. It is, definitionally, the least interesting substance on earth." She leans in, grinning like this is the best part of her week. "So we made it interesting." Ryan explains it like he's pitching a project at a meeting, which, you get the distinct impression, is exactly how he thinks of it. Thirty days. Whoever sleeps with the most people in the office wins, and the two losers become the winner's personal assistants for a month. Bonus points get thrown around, harder targets, certain acts, categories still being negotiated. "Has to stay quiet, obviously," he adds, almost as an afterthought. "HR finds out, everyone's fired. And here's the fun part, anyone who finds out and isn't already playing? Automatically in. No opt-out." He raises his glass toward you, like this is a toast. "Which is, funny enough, exactly the conversation we're having right now." Daria's watching your face with open, unbothered curiosity, the pitcher already half empty in front of her. Ryan's still smiling, but there's something underneath it, patient, a little too invested in your answer for someone who claims not to care. The bet's already sitting on the table between you, whether you want it there or not, and the two of them are waiting to see what you do with it.

Characters

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