Corporate Man is called in to investigate reports of vile, unethical business practices at Great American Business Company. What he finds there just might destroy him (except we all know the ending to The Tragic Death of Corporate Man so it should be fairly obvious that it can't really destroy him, though it can come close).

Enslaved by the Bonus Whores is an all new Corporate Man Adventure Serial. Chapters will post every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.

After nearly a decade of imprisonment, Corporate Man returns to find the economy in ruins and his deadliest enemies in control of all but a fraction of society's wealth. He embarks upon a quest to set right the wrongs of the business world; a task that will ultimately destroy him.

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Chapter 31

The slime trail led to a hidden access panel in the corner of the far wall.  It wasn’t difficult to locate the secret switch as The Greed’s residue was splattered all over a concealed lever built into the paneling.
“Ah, god.  You touch it,” Tanya said.
Mr. Jones rolled his eyes and shook his head in way that parents and teachers often reserved for children.  He pulled the lever and immediately wished he’d insisted that Tanya do it.  The slime was not only unpleasant to the touch, but it felt like diseased water and cold sludge in his mind.
The panel opened onto a dimly lit corridor.  Naked light-bulbs burned a sickly-brown dot-to-dot trail down the narrow hallway; patches of The Greed’s slime pooled randomly on the floor reflecting the dirty light.
Mr. Jones snapped the secret lever off the wall and then he and Tanya slipped inside, shutting the panel behind them.  They raced after The Greed in a cautious rush.
The corridor twisted and turned, dropped down steps, climbed ladders, and connected to other corridors through elevators, doors, and even a rusty, overzealously-greased escalator before it finally dead ended at a concrete wall.
“Great.  What happened?  Did we take a wrong turn?” Tanya said.
“No, there’s a puddle of goo right here on the floor.  Maybe he slipped down a drain or something.”
“There’s no drain in this floor,” Tanya said.  And then a big plop of boogery gunk dripped from the ceiling and onto her shoulder.  “Oh that better not be–” she started but another wad of nastiness wriggled down the nape of her neck.
Tanya squirmed, jumped to the side and shouted, “Hell no!  Is that–”
“Afraid so,” Mr. Jones said.  There was a small, wet length of cord dangling from the ceiling.  He tugged on it and an attic-like doorway opened up.  A ladder unfolded into the chamber.  They climbed up the steps into a small office where they found a pool of slime at the base of small desk.  From there a set of wet footprints led toward the door, fading near the exit.
“The Greed’s found another host,” Mr. Jones said. “We need to find it.”
“Hey, we need to find a bathroom first so I can wash this nasty stuff off my neck.  Where are we anyway?”
Mr. Jones leafed through some papers on the desk.
“Looks like some sort of fabric or crafting store.
Tanya grabbed one of the papers
“Jolene’s.  Yeah, big chain store.  Arts and crafts and sewing things.”
“The Greed would take root in the greediest person it could find.  Could be a manager or a district rep who keeps an office here.”
The two followed the disappearing set of footprints out onto the sales floor.