Pam was gone.

It had taken nearly two hours for him to begin digesting that piece of information, and it was still stuck in his throat.

She’d left.

He’d entered the office to find a barren reception area. No pencil cups, no pictures, no jelly beans…nothing.

The only person who seemed to know what was going on was Dwight. He’d already hired a temp.

Ryan was teaching the new guy to use the phone system.

Apparently, Pam had applied for, and been accepted into, the corporate training program for graphic design.

In New York.

Jim’s stomach clenched. He felt sick.