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.
Monday, June 25, 2012
“We should find a… container of some sort. Something a little stronger maybe. And more opaque,” Mr. Jones said as they walked through the Shepley’s towards the electronics department.
“And why is that?” Tanya asked.
“Well… The Greed. He’s twitching.”
“I heard that part. I’m not deaf. What I didn’t understand was your statement. I thought we already dealt with The Greed,” Tanya said. She grabbed Mr. Jones by the shoulder, stopped him in the aisle, and took a good look at his face. His eyes were dancing back and forth. He was either hiding something or very embarrassed.
“Out with it,” she said.
“The Greed,” his said, shoulders slumping. Then he pulled a zippered freezer bag from beneath his shirt and held it in front of him.
Tanya leaned forward to get a closer look. “What’s that you got – Ah!” She jumped about four feet. “Is that what I–”
“Why the hell–”
“Cause, we’ll need it.”
“That, right there, is nasty.”
“There’s food in this place. It’s part of a grocery store.”
“Yeah. Got it.”
“You sure do. And the bag you’ve got it in… is clear.”
“Yep. And it’s twitching.”
Tanya froze. Her face was almost completely devoid of expression. Unless of course the expression was meant to convey that she had, in fact, heard the previous statement but was clearly choosing to ignore it and not believe it at the same time.
“Twitching?” she finally said, her teeth never quite unclenching.
“Yeah, I know. Nasty,” Mr. Jones said, mocking her tone.
“I think it senses someone really greedy in here.”
“Aw god, not this again,” Tanya said, turning away and putting her hands on her hips.
“No, not like that,” said Mr. Jones poking at the sausage-sized slug-lumps in the freezer bag. “In this de-powered state it only senses those that are truly connected to all of this.”
“All of what?”
“You know, the big guns. The corporations and the politicos that pull our economic strings. We can use these pieces to go on the offensive. To track the bastards down.”
Tanya sighed and shook her head.
“Yeah, okay, whatever. Just don’t ask me to hold, or touch, or even look at that bag.”