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 21, 2012

Chapter 34

Where did all these wrinkles come from?  The question, in one form or another, had stirred in her mind daily for the past few years, each and every time she looked in the mirror.  She’d adhered to all the latest beauty regimens.  Avoided sunlight, moonlight, and fluorescent light.  She’s injected the toxins of almost all stinging, hive-building insects into her face and rubbed gallons of honey across her cheekbones, forehead, chin, and neck.
And still the wrinkles creased her face.
She hadn’t smiled in months for fear of those lines.  What were they called?  Crow’s feet?  She even avoided crows in hopes of warding off certain facial destruction.  Perhaps she should carry small scarecrows in her purse to–
Bzzz Bzzz Bzzz.
Her desk phone broke her train of thought.  It would take her twelve days to remember the scarecrow idea.
“Yes,” she said, fingering the speaker button.
“We just got word ma’am–”
“I’m terribly busy right now.”
“But The Greed is–”
“As fat as he ever was, I’m sure.”
“No.  We have–”
“Please stop,” she said, shaking her head slightly, though not too much or else gravity might work another crease into her face.
“He’s tracking–”
“I don’t care.”
“Corporate Man!”
“What?”  Her eyes flared wide.
“You heard me.”
A scowl bit down between her eyebrows.
“I’ll be right up,” she said.
Corporate Man.  He’s the one that’s responsible.  Her descent into wrinkled, aging spinsterhood traced directly back to him and his stupid fist.  She had believed him to be dead.  Apparently she’d been misinformed. Good.  Very good.  She’d get an opportunity for revenge after all.
She smiled.
Her mouth had far too many teeth in it. 
Two small, invisible crows landed at the edges of her eyes.