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, September 7, 2012
Merlton had trouble understanding most city folk. Their patterns of speech and clipped accents always required extra attention on his part. Understanding the woman in his shop right now was worse than normal. Maybe it was because she had more teeth than the average person. It was also quite possible that she had a case of mumps. Did people still get mumps these days?
There she went again, saying something. What was that?
She’d come in before with a bag full of teeth and a note asking him to make the things into bullets. Mighty strange. In seventeen years of running this gun shop, Merlton had never heard that particular request. Sure, he’d been asked to make all kinds of custom crap for hot headed militia types, but teeth?
He told her that he could encase a tooth in the lead of each bullet, but that she would need a large enough caliber weapon – he pointed to the Chiappa Rhino .357 magnums and the Ruger Super Redhawk Alaskan .454 caliber – to accommodate them. She liked the idea, but wrote down a strange request. She wanted to be able to see the teeth in the final product. Sort of a tooth capped bullet or something. He warned that an irregular tooth shape could screw up the aim and damage her gun barrel. She wrote that she didn’t care.
Now, here she was again, chewing her words with all them teeth, eager to pick up her merchandise. Along with the custom bullets, she’d gone with a pair of the chrome plated Rugers with the 2½ inch barrels.
Merlton threw his hands up, confused at her muttered speech. The woman with more teeth than the average person scribbled a note on her receipt. It read: Thank you for the quick turn around time. And the necessary discretion.
Merlton nodded. All the words after “thank you” were unnecessary. He always got things done quick and he never spoke of one’s business to another.