Background
It started with a single, cryptic message on the office whiteboard: "The donuts are gone."
At first, no one suspected a thing. But as the days went by, more messages appeared, each one more baffling than the last:
"I think I saw one of them near the coffee machine."
"I could swear I saw a box of them near the supply closet."
It was as if the donuts had become a sentient, mischievous force, taunting us with clues and leading us on a wild goose chase.
Our investigation is ongoing, but so far, we have uncovered nothing but a trail of crumbs and empty pastry boxes.
