Unmanned station

As I exit the bathroom I see a scene unfolding. A woman from accounting is leaving Victoria's office in tears, trying not to make eye contact with anyone. Victoria exits a minute later, wearing her civil war jacket. She stands at my desk, glaring at me as I finally take my post after having jacked my dick for the last who-knows-how-long. The weight of her stare is unbearable. The word "unprofessional" is echoing through my head telepathically.

"I'm going out for lunch,” she says icily.

"Yes mam," I say more sheepishly than I intended.

She marches off, very nearly colliding with Tom the intern, who ducks out of the way just in time. A few employees smell something is off, see Victoria's gait, and clear a path for her. Once she is gone, people start buzzing. I must have missed something.

I grab the coffee pot and make a round of offering it to people as an excuse to ask about what just happened. Tom looked shaken. "My god, I almost slammed right into her. She would have had my head!"

Rachel had more information. "Sydnee just got fired. Out of nowhere!" I look over at the cubicle near Rachel's that had been cleared out in record time.

"Holy shit." I run my hand through my hair. "Well... Victoria just left for lunch, hopefully she will have mellowed by the time she gets back. We had all better lay low today."