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.
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Visitors. She never got the chance to receive visitors here on the thirteenth floor. She was, after all, at desk two and desk two was positioned to receive clients entering from the staircase. Visitors were extremely rare on the thirteenth floor and no one ever came up the stairs. Why bother when there was a very comfortable, highly functional, elevator on the opposite side of the building? Yet here they were, sweaty and out breath. Seven of them.
She reviewed her list of welcoming parameters, she had never needed to employ her meet and greet protocols, and said, “Good morning, and welcome to the offices of Incorporated Business Corporation Incorporated. Section thirteen here at the
. I am Betty.
How may I assist?” Jacob
“Water,” Fair Wage said, his voice raspy as he stumbled toward the water cooler.
“Please help yourself,” Betty said as she straightened the sleeve of her periwinkle blouse. “It is listed among the top requests of potential visitors.”
“Hi Betty, my name is
Perhaps you could explain to me what this
place is exactly. What do you do here.” Corporate Man.
“Oh my, that’s rather simple Mr.
is an office and I am a receptionist
and my duties state that I am to warmly receive you and ask you to wait until
they are ready for you.” Corporate Man.
“Who are they? And when will they be ready for us?” Corporate Man asked.
“They are the people you are here to see and they will see you after you have waited the appropriate amount of time.”
“This is asinine,” Business Woman said.
“Oh no,” said Betty, “Forgive me, but I must correct you. This is Corporate America. This is how it works.”
“Can I slap her?” Business Woman said, her hands on her hips, her head slightly titled as she cast an impatient glare at
“Since that worked so well with the CEO at Waldos…” Corporate Man muttered. He looked back at the receptionist. “Betty, we’re investors. We represent a conglomerate of interested parties and national organizations. We are not to be kept waiting.”
Business Woman rolled her eyes. Senior Executive allowed a blast of breath to derisively escape his nostrils.
Betty nodded and said, “This assertion is congruent in fact as well as in inclination. Please advise your colleague that he may wish to forgo the offerings of the water cooler for the bottles of sparkling water that await you in Conference Room A. Coffee and tea are also available as well as an assortment of pastry items. You may go in now and please… have a lovely day.”
Senior Executive approached Corporate Man as they filed past the reception desk and, in a hushed tone, said, “What was that?”
“What? You didn’t think they called me Corporate Man for nothing did you?”