I wonder what Dwight was trying to say? He sounded like he was having a nervous breakdown.
Hey, Dwight. What exactly did you need me for?
Michael, I don't know how to put this, so I'll just outright say it: we've gone chapter 11.
What exactly does that mean?
We're bankrupt.
So, in short, Dunder Mifflin's doomed?
No, not exactly. Corporate's already filed a plan of reorganization, and they're cancelling our less important contracts. Once this is all over, our profit margins won't be razor-thin anymore.
Okay, then. Where is she?
The company's paying off it's debts and cutting out unnecessary spending. Angela wants your help determining what stays and what goes.
Alright. Thanks for letting me know about all of this.
No problem, Mike.
She's in the conference room. She locked the door, but she'll probably let you in.
