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.

Monday, July 2, 2012

Chapter 82

The bossman leaned against the pharmacy counter of the Shepley’s department store.  His mood was murky, like the bottom of a lake.
Three ribs.
That shorty shorts pansy had broken three of his ribs and the freak’s flailing elbow had severely blackened one of his eyes.  To add insult to injuries, his car had been stolen while he was getting knocked around inside the Price Killers Wholesale Superstore.  Then he had to walk to the hospital.  This was not only due to lack of car, but with the amount of seriously injured Price Killers patrons the paramedics were hauling off, it would have been a long while before they had room for him.  H then had to take a cab to a different medical facility for a similar reason.
“That’s all?” the bossman asked when the pharmacist handed a small, white paper bag over the counter.  “There should be a big bottle of stern painkillers to go along with whatever antibiotic crap they’re making me take.”
“Nope.  None on this prescription,” the pharmacist said.
“You gotta be kidding me.”
“No joke.”
“Is there another order back there for me?”
“Nope.  But the back aisle has some pain relievers.”
“What?  Advil and Tylenol?  I need something hardcore, like Vicodin on steroids.”
“I wouldn’t recommend mixing Vicodin with steroids,” the pharmacist said.
The bossman glared at the pharmacist, grabbed the little baggy of impotent medication, and stormed off.