So then, Michael calls Dwight into his office, trying to return to his normal demeanour, and tells Dwight that Jan just called him and demoted him to Dwight's job. Dwight (badly) covers his excitement as Michael goes on to say Jan told him that Dwight should expect a call from Corporate, and that he'll be acting manager of the Scranton branch for the time being. Michael says he told Jan that he didn't know that Dwight would want to do it, because he's been so loyal to Michael, but Dwight doesn't break, and Michael says he thinks Dwight should do it. Dwight says that if Michael thinks he should, then he will. Michael shifts in his seat, glares into the camera at the big balls on Dwight, and turns back to say that's perfect. Both stand, and Michael recaps (leave it to the professionals!) that Dwight is the Regional Manager of Dunder Mifflin Scranton: "And I am Assistant Regional Manager." Dwight, already drunk with power, corrects Michael: "Assistant to the Regional Manager." He condescendingly thanks Michael for staying on, and says he couldn't imagine the office without him. "Can't you?" grits Michael. "That's so nice." Both gaze through the glass at the troops, and then Michael suggests that they should go out and tell everyone the news. "When I'm ready, Mike," says Dwight bossily. Michael practically has to chew on his cheeks to maintain his composure, and then Dwight charges out to the bullpen, and Michael smiles tightly at the camera. I might venture to say that successfully setting a trap that has snared Dwight isn't the hardest thing anyone's ever accomplished. Hell, it was harder for Kelly to get Pam to change her blouse.
After commercials, Michael and Dwight make the announcement about their new positions. Dwight lets Michael talk, but he doesn't stop preening the entire time. Angela formally congratulates Dwight. Stanley asks why Dwight got the job, and Michael tries again to guilt him into a confession by saying it's because "Dwight never lies." Stanley asks how that qualifies Dwight to run a branch, and Michael contends that truthfulness is all it takes. Certainly we've seen that poise isn't too highly valued. Michael tries again with the guilts, asking Dwight to say a few words about loyalty. Dwight doesn't remotely take the bait, and blah blahs about taking the few staffers who'll stay in his employ "into the black with ferocity." Maybe he heard part of that whole tiger speech. Phyllis asks what Michael will do, and he says he'll be fine. He admits, under questioning, that he has no savings, but insists that he won't lose his condo. Pam interviews that she has an old, broken vacuum cleaner, and that if Dwight doesn't work out, it could be manager. That depends, Pam -- does it suck with forked tongue?! Phyllis: "Maybe I'll quit." Just "maybe"? Huh.