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, September 5, 2012

Chapter 109

The bossman felt great, despite his aching ribs.  Nothing beat the high one got from leveraging another human being and profiting from it so quickly.  The bonus numbers were looking good.  He was almost giddy.  In fact, he hadn’t felt this elated since the whole Corporate Man affair had started.
He should fire someone.
He opened a program on his desk top. 
Seedy lounge music seeped from his speakers as a title screen for Subordinate Roulette popped up on his monitor.  The bossman selected “Continue Saved Game” from the options and a roulette wheel appeared, dominating most of the screen.  Ugly, sad looking people squat in the outer pockets where the red and black numbers should have been.  A heaving chested blonde in minimal attire smiled cheerfully next to the wheel, gesturing toward it like a game-show-prize model.
The bossman clicked a drop down menu and selected “Update Employee Directory.”  This imported a list of current employees into the game and avatars of randomly selected workers materialized on the roulette wheel.  He clicked another button and the cheerful blonde bent over the wheel revealing her every asset as she rolled a chrome ball into the spinning apparatus.
There was a pleasant clacking sound as the ball bounced around.  The employee avatars shrieked and shuddered when it struck nearby.  And then, with a satisfying plunking splut, the ball crushed a man with short, banker hair and glasses.
The bossman fingered the intercom and said, “Bring me employee #8008, Mr. Stanley Curtsfield.  And have security escort him up here so he’ll suspect what’s going on.”
“That’s reprehensible,” a booming voice sounded from somewhere in the room.  The bossman jumped up from his desk, winced, and clutched his side, stymieing a whimper.
Corporate Man dropped into the room from a vague upward direction.  The bossman looked around, confused and slightly panicked.  Before he could speak, Corporate Man surged forward, grabbed the bossman by the shirt collar and said, “No.  I don’t have an appointment.”