He looked around the bullpen. His colleague, Priya, was staring at her own screen, her face lit by the same two words. Across the floor, Derek from accounting was whispering frantically into his phone: “I’ll pay! Just tell me how to activate it!”
When he opened the server room door, the heat hit him like a fever. The main server tower was open, its guts spilling out in glowing blue cables. And inside, where the hard drives should have been, was a single, small, yellow triangle.
It blinked at him.
And in that moment, every screen in the building displayed a new message:
On the screen, Outlook had composed a draft email. The recipient was his boss, Margaret. The subject line was: The body read: I took the extra bagel from the conference room on March 12th. It was everything-flavored.
Arthur slammed the lid shut. He hadn't written that. He hadn’t even remembered the bagel.