Lost Luggage (a lesson in miscommunication)

i want everything this company has to offer…

He wore his new dress shirt, straightened his tie with practiced efficiency, and didn’t smile at the receptionist. He opened the door and walked straight into the manager’s office. (Show no weakness.)

His desk was scattered with papers and other miscellaneous objects that Dwight could only assume served some obscure functional purpose. The manager was new, according to his research (piece of cake), and he had a lopsided grin (suit excellent, hair not bad, handshake adequate).

Hands folded in his lap, he began. This would be too easy.