Official

The filing cabinet blew on her fingernails. They could, she decided, still use some buffing.

"Come on, baby," said the swiveling chair. "He'll be gone for a month. He doesn't need to know."

"That's the seventeenth attempt he's made this week," the accounting books remarked. The water cooler hooded his eyes and tried to look detached and aloof.

"We saw," said the computer monitor.

"Woah! WOAH! AAAAAaaaaah!" Something flushed and fluttery barreled out of the managerial offices, tumbled headfirst to the floor, and skidded out into the hall.

"What was that?" asked the fax.

"Pink slip," said the answering machine.