Scott yells across the empty office.
"Hey Weiling, have we affirmed this layout?!"
We both turn our heads, looking around, searching for someone, anyone, a recipient to his call, but finds no one.
So I turn to the empty chair on my right and scream.
"Hey Rob, I’m glad I just beat you in foosball."
Scott looks at me like I’m weird before he realizes my very funny joke.
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