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, May 16, 2012

Chapter 60

Tanya dodged another patron-fisted attack as she made her way to Mr. Jones.  The impact with the body builder had nearly taken his head off and he was rolling around defenseless.  She dove over a swinging tentacle and ducked as a mustachioed man whipped overhead.
The Greed was cackling and shouting words of triumph as his customer capped fists grew ever redder.
Tanya tried to tug Mr. Jones to his feet, but he flinched and rolled away from her.  He was clutching his chest.  Was he having a heart attack?  Or was he holding on to something?  Tanya grabbed him again and rolled him over.  His hands, knuckles completely white, were clenched around a plastic donation jug full of loose change and small bills.
“Jones!  Are you okay?  Jones!  Hey Jonesy.  What’s with the donation jar?  Is it part of your plan to take out The Greed?  And what about these baggies?”
Tanya lunged to the side, narrowly avoiding a bloodied up Price Killers customer.  Mr. Jones was not so lucky and received a shoulder and an elbow to the upper abdomen and crotch, respectively.
Mr. Jones gasped and moaned and groped for his injured parts.
“Sorry, Jones.  Let’s get you out of the line of fire,” Tanya said, dragging him under a cash register.  “What’s with the jar, Jonesy?”
The sounds that came out of Mr. Jones’s mouth were nothing close to intelligible; not even close to English.  The confused look in his eyes was enough to convince Tanya that her partner had taken too much of a pounding to recall what, if any, significance the donation jar actually held.
One glance at the sad little girl pictured on the jar left Tanya with a pang of guilt; ashamed that material goods were more important to most people these days than they well being of a fellow human.  At least some had cared enough to donate.  Tanya’s eyes flared briefly.  Then she wrestled the jar from Mr. Jones and charged out into the chaos of the superstore.