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.
Friday, March 16, 2012
“SYNERGIZE IS THE BEST WAY TO OPTIMI–” the CEO’s voice froze and a series of lights flashed behind his eyes. There was a clicking whir emanating from somewhere beneath his nose. After a few minutes the lights ceased their flashing and the whirring noise abated.
A team of field tech boys stood gathered around him. They wore thick black-framed glassed and employed severe parts in their slickly combed hair.
“Got him,” one of them said. “He’s back online.”
“Run a battery,” said another one. He was dressed differently from the others. They wore collared, short-sleeved shirts the color of Post-It notes, thin black ties and black pants. He sported a black blazer with large elbow patches the same pale yellow as the shirts.
One of the tech boys reached for a black attaché, opened it, and pulled out what appeared to be a miniature car battery and an equally diminutive set of jumper cables. He attached a yellow and black clamp to the battery terminals while another tech boy popped open the buttons on the CEO’s shirt.
“Wait, what’s going–” the CEO began, but the tech boy pounced, clamping the alligator teeth of the jumper cables on the CEO’s exposed nipples. After that the CEO’s conversational repertoire was reduced to screams and shrieks.
“Is… Is that what’s supposed to happen?” asked another tech boy, this one wearing a sleeveless collared shirt in the pale yellow shade and black shorty-shorts instead of the long slacks.
The tech boy in the blazer grinned and said, “Oh yes.”
“When… When do we… take those things off,” the tech boy in the shorty-shorts asked, his face squirmed with the CEO’s every howl.
“When the timer goes off, newbie,” said one of the other, standard issue attire tech boys. A ding sounded from the attaché and a dot matrix form printed from it’s side.
The CEO stopped screaming.
The tech boy in the blazer looked over the printed form. “Hmmm.”
Shorty-shorts asked, “What’s that form tell us? Does it have the results of his diagnostics?”
“That is its secondary function,” the blazered tech boy said. “Primarily, it contains hardcopy data of everything his body witnessed while he was offline.”
“What’s wrong?” a standard tech boy asked as the scowl on blazer’s face deepened.
“It’s The Greed,” he said. “Things just got interesting, boys.”