It started innocently enough. A few missing donuts here, a few suspicious crumbs there. But as the days went by, the disappearances continued, leaving us with a trail of fluffy white holes in our otherwise perfectly adequate meeting room donut selection.
We tried to brush it off as a one-time thing, but the donut-nappings only intensified. It was as if some kind of dastardly donut thief had set its sights on our humble meeting room, leaving us to wonder: who, or what, was behind this sugary crime spree?
Meetings have been cancelled, and morale is at an all time low. Our usually stoic CEO is on the brink of collapse, and we're left to pick up the pieces of our shattered donut-filled hearts.