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.
Friday, August 17, 2012
All was clear and vivid, but it seemed dark just the same. It was as though the shadows were black ink and everything was outlined with the heavy weight of a broken quill pen or a thick brush.
The light behaved in strange way, refracting into small circles or prismatic stripes, and colors glowed and shimmered for no reason at all.
John Q Public’s face was sallow and hard. He complained of feeling weary and anxious; that hope was failing.
“It’s Apathy,” Corporate Man told him. “His presence is like a poison.”
“Is it just him?” John Q Public asked. “I was out of action for awhile and it’s not just our enemies that seem more ruthless and harsh, but our country. Today’s music is dark and depressing and people are so cynical.”
“Part of it is Apathy. He’s been unleashed and his ideology has run rampant through Corporate America and popular culture. We can take him though. We’ve exposed Mr. Outsource thanks to you and have both The Greed and Professor Inflation in custody. The country has turned around under the current administration. We’ve just got to keep after our enemies and the new millennium will be a bright and prosperous place to live.”
John Q Public smiled and placed his hand on Corporate Man’s shoulder.
“Where would we be without you,” he said. Then he stiffened and a stern look drew across his face. “How long has he had Junior Executive?”
“About four months. This is the third location we’ve tracked him to, Emperius Inc. Home of DownLow Records. Apparently, Captain Apathy owns this media giant and that could account for the darker trends in today’s music.”
John Q Public nodded and said, “How do we get in?”
“You could just call for an appointment. Or knock perhaps,” a voice shouted down at them. Standing behind a railing on the second floor of the imposing high rise was Junior Executive. His hair was long and shaggy, his clothes looked deliberately threadbare and stained; sheik from a life of begging in the street.
“Junior, did you escape? Are you alright?” Corporate Man shouted back his reply. Junior Executive threw his head back and laughed.
“You stupid old has-been. Can’t you see what’s going on? I’m not a junior executive anymore. I’m not even part of the job market. I’m unemployed!”
“No!” Corporate Man yelled, his face losing all color.
“Why work? Why do anything? What’s the point?”
“That’s not you talking, Junior. That’s Captain Apathy,” said John Q Public.
“You may be right on that point,” a man said, moving out of the shadows to stand by the former Junior Executive. “But I’m not longer a captain. I’ve been promoted. I’m a general now.”