don't say help say fire

"No le digas a nadie" she says, red-rimmed eyes darting anxioiusly around the room.
Don't tell anyone.

The other nods in agreement. Its amazing what I can find out just sitting here when no one thinks I am listing; or cares that I can hear.

But she shouldn't have worried. In a small company like this a secret - especially a juicy bad one- will undoubtedly travel. With nothing but a fragment of a conversation overheard, a glance caught down the hallway – your story will soon be translated across the office in wide-eyed expressions exchanged over cubicle partitions. More precise than the carefully worded staff-wide email that will undoubtedly be received tomorrow morning from the higher-ups.
A firing, especially of this magnitude could never be kept under a lid. Bad secrets never stay that way. An entire department, or at least the better part of it – depleted in less than 45 minutes.
Blipblipblip – as efficient as a sniper on a rooftop. I wouldn’t say bloodless, either.
With a last meaningful look she rushes off to the restroom. Her confidant goes to the opposite direction, past me towards her desk and then quickly out again. Coat on arm; bag in hand, no eye contact. We both know the rules and I am not offended. Last one in is the first one to go and she was last. She disappears behind the elevator doors. I guess she figures they can get her tomorrow.
I power down the computer and shut off my phone. The idea of haste does cross my mind but I’m pretty sure I have nothing to worry about. If so they can get me tomorrow too. Its my last day before vacation.