A stout young man of average stature walked briskly through wide halls of the company's corridor .
His hair was short and tidy, his beard was gently trimmed and his clothes was neatly pressed.
He walked around with poise and elegance ...like how most, rich, young men walked about.
On his breast pocket was a silver tag displaying his name and his position in the company.
His surname was Hole and his coworkers could swear that his father or who ever named him had intended to add "ass" to it but decided otherwise .
His full name was Morgan Ashley Hole, a very beautiful name . But his personality, not that beautiful.
He carried with him a jet, black suitcase of which none of his coworkers knew the contents inside for he always kept his documents in the Office safes , making all his colleagues wonder what exactly was in the suitcase he carried .
The suitcase was the office's favorite guessing game. What was in it? Morgan Hole carried it everywhere, never letting it out of his sight. He didn't keep it under his desk like a normal person. It sat right next to him, a silent, black puzzle.
His colleagues all had their ideas.
"It's just for show," Sarah from Accounting would say. "It's probably empty. He thinks it makes him look important."
Ben from Marketing thought otherwise. "Nah, it's his whole life in there. A change of clothes, his precious watch collection. The guy is vain."
Ben loved to call it the "Hole-in-One".
The interns liked the wild theories. Secret documents. Launch codes for something. They called it the "Doomsday Case."
But they found out one day when everything went wrong.
On a very important day, a day when the CEO was on his way for a meeting, the server crashed . Not just a glitch, a full-blown, screen-goes-black, heart-in-your-throat crash. The quarterly financials, the projections, all of it. Poof, taking all the financial reports with it.
The department head, Mr. Albright, was pacing and sweating. "It's all gone!" he kept saying, his voice tight with panic. "The board meeting is in thirty effing minutes !"
The office was in chaos. People were yelling into phones, typing frantically, trying to fix the unfixable.
And Morgan? He was perfectly calm. He finished what he was doing, stood up, and picked up the suitcase.
A hush fell over the room. Everyone watched him. He was actually going to open it.
With two quiet clicks, he undid the latches. He turned slightly, blocking the view, and reached inside.
What he pulled out wasn't a computer or a stack of files...or anything they thought was inside the suitcase.
It was a small, red teapot. A little Asian looking teapot.
He placed it carefully on a nearby desk. The employees there just stared. Next came a small electric kettle. He plugged it in right there. Then, from the depths of the case, he pulled out a tin of tea leaves, a little strainer, and a single, dark blue ceramic cup.
The only sounds were the kettle starting to rumble and the frantic beat of keyboards. Morgan measured the leaves into the pot. He poured the hot water. He waited, checking his watch, his face blank. After a minute, he poured the tea, a stream of dark gold liquid into the single cup.
He didn't drink it.
He turned and walked straight over to Mr. Albright, who looked like he was about to be sick. The smell of the tea, a rich, oolong scent, cut through the stress in the air.
"Sir," Morgan said, his voice low and steady. "Take a breath. The files are fine. They're in the tertiary backup, the one i insisted we implement last fiscal year . Your password and other login credentials are on the sticky note in your top-left desk drawer. You're Welcome "
He held out the cup. Albright took it, his hands shaking.
Morgan didn't say another word. He turned, packed his things back into the case, and snapped it shut. The sound was final. He walked back to his desk and sat down.
The mystery of the suitcase was solved, and it was weirder than anyone had guessed. It wasn't about business. It was his own private kit for dealing with a world he clearly thought was falling apart. And for a moment, he had been the only sane one in the room.