Michael comes over to Accounting to say his (premature) goodbyes. Kevin asks whether he thinks it will be weird working with Jan in New York, but Michael says that they haven't spoken since they broke up, and he assumes that if she had anything to say, she'd have gotten in touch with him. He adds that it's "basically" a done deal anyway, and that he's already sold his condo. Oscar pinches his nose against the migraine this conversation is giving him, and Angela asks who advised him to sell his condo. Michael whines that he'll need to buy a new place, and Angela's like, "But you said you were in debt!" What's mind-boggling here, of course, isn't that Michael sold his condo; it's that he ever had the wherewithal to buy one in the first place.
Michael interviews that he sold his condo on eBay. He says that both he and the buyer were very motivated: "It went for eighty percent of what I paid. Sold in record time." Imagine that.
Dwight and Angela have a clandestine chat in the kitchen. He asks how she'd like to spend the night with the regional manager of Dunder Mifflin Scranton. Angela protests that she doesn't care if that's how they consolidated power in ancient Rome, but Dwight explains that he's talking about himself: he's taking Michael's job. He starts to try to put some kind of move on her, but she hisses, "Not now," and Dwight moves off. Left alone, Angela smirks to herself: "Goodbye, Kelly Kapoor." Oh, man, no more fashion shows at lunch?
After commercials, Dwight is smugly breaking the news of his new position to Jim: "Welcome to Hotel Hell. Check-in time is now. Check-out time is never." Jim affably asks whether his room has cable. It does not. Also, the sheets are made of fire. Jim asks if he can have a late check-out time, and Dwight hesitates only slightly before saying that he'll have to check with the manager. Jim points out that Dwight isn't the manager, even in his own fantasy, but Dwight quickly covers that he's the owner: "Co-owner. With Satan!" Jim recaps what we've learned so far: in Dwight's wildest fantasy, he's running a bed and breakfast with Satan. Dwight reminds Jim that he hasn't asked what Dwight's salary is. Jim: "Hit me." Dwight: "Eighty thousand dollars a year!" Gosh. Way to dream medium, Dwight.
Dwight interviews that once he's installed as regional manager, his first order of business will be to demote Jim, which means he'll need a new #2. As we see him putting up a sign-up sheet for applicants for his job, he says that his ideal candidate would be Jack Bauer. Unfortunately, he's "unavailable, fictional, and overqualified." He might not pass a corporate background check, either.