Three Months Isolated, I Read the Layoffs

"When the hell is Serena going to leave?"

I heard a few employees whispering about me in the break room.

"Soon, right? It's been three months already."

"I bet she's gone this week. One fancy dinner."

"Deal."

I didn't say anything. I turned and went back to my desk.

My desk was next to the bathroom, and it smelled 24/7.

I sat down, opened my computer, and went back to my spreadsheet.

Nobody knew what I'd been recording every day for the past three months.

And nobody knew just how long the layoff list would be at the company gala three months from now—the list I would be reading aloud.