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, July 30, 2012
The spiral staircase terminated at the door to the lookout tower which sat several hundred feet above the main floor of The Office. Flanking both sides of the entrance were bench seats, a nice respite for those whose physical condition was not suited to the long climb.
Opposite the entrance was a large curving glass window that overlooked the valley and the city below. The exterior of the glass had been camouflaged by various means throughout the years. Most recently was a see-through screen with granite texture printed on the outside which made the hillside look like an uninterrupted slope of stone boulders and craggy rock if seen from the road below.
Near the window sat a large telescope which had been employed for all manner of purposes from science to surveillance to juvenile curiosity.
A massive computer console dominated much of the space serving in communications, basic research, and business strategizing. In the corner opposite this electronic beast lived the infamous copy machine which was sometimes tasked with the chore of duplicating necessary paperwork. A half-moon couch and coffee table occupied the center of the area.
Corporate Man sat at the console. He’d just finished sending out the last of his work requests when the tower door opened.
“How’s it going up here?” Tanya said. But, when Corporate Man turned it wasn’t Tanya that he saw.
It was Business Woman.
She was dressed in dark blue slacks and a matching jacket with a white collared shirt. Her shoes were black and dressy, but flat heeled and practical. Her black belt had a chunky silver buckle.
She held a black domino mask in her hands.
“I don’t think I can wear this,” she said, casting the mask onto the coffee table. “I’ll have to alter this suit jacket, too. It’s from the late eighties or early nineties. Can you say shoulder pads? Uggh. What were we thinking wearing shoulder pads? I ripped them out.”
“It’s… You look…” Corporate Man stammered. He cleared his throat and said, “It’s good to have you back onboard, Business Woman.”