"Fact," Dwight said by way of greeting. "No one cares that you are regional manager in charge of sales except in your deluded little mind, and even if they did, I still outrank you. Also, the Order of the Phoenix wouldn't take you anyway. We're... much more selective about our membership." Dwight gazed fondly at his lapel pin, which he always wore, which proudly proclaimed him a member of said organization.