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, December 19, 2012
Franklin Buck raced to Corporate Man’s side, hunching low in the ever constricting space. Fair Wage had regained his footing and was helping Senior Executive stand.
“We’ve got to get out of here,” Franklin Buck said, slap-tapping Corporate Man’s face. “Inflation's out cold so there’s no one to stop it.”
Corporate Man rolled onto his knees and pressed his fingers into his temples, eyes squinting.
“Report!” he called out.
“Demand is still secure and Supply has already shaken off the attack. Their size ratios are equalizing,” said Business Woman. “Fair Wage and Senior Executive seem viable.”
“I need an exit,” said
“It’s that way,” Fair Wage said, pointing off into the flickering darkness. “It’s quite far.”
“Then let’s move,” Corporate Man said.
lumbered off. Fair Wage and Corporate
Man each grabbed a corner of Professor Inflation’s cape and dragged the limp
It wasn’t long before they were forced to their hands and knees in the shrinking space.
“We’re not going to make it unless we lose the professor,” said Fair Wage, the floor pressing his back up against the ceiling. Corporate Man did not hesitate and released his grip on Professor Inflation’s cape.
“Where is it, Fair Wage?” Franklin Buck called out. He was well ahead of all the others. “I’m at the corner of the room and there’s no ex–”
The floor fell away beneath him and Franklin Buck tumbled away into the darkness. He screamed. The sound was deafening in the cramped space.
“What just happened?” Corporate Man yelled.
Franklin. He disappeared. Dropped through the floor,” said Business
“Into the sharks?”
“I don’t know. Maybe. Wait. I hear him. He says it’s okay. We’re going in after him,” she said. Business Woman, Supply, and Demand rolled into the void in the floor. Senior Executive dropped in right behind them.
Corporate and Fair Wage were on their stomachs, army crawling, the floor still pressing upward, about to crush them into the ceiling. They felt pressure on their chests and on their backs, friction now hindering their movements.
Then they toppled into the shaft and landed on something soft and spongy.
“Did everyone make it?” Corporate Man asked.
“Yeah, I think we’re all accounted for,” said Senior Executive. “But where are we?”
A seam of light pierced the darkness as Fair Wage opened a door embedded in one of the walls. The
crept through opening, careful and cautious, and found themselves in a
“Good morning, and welcome to the offices of Incorporated Business Corporate Incorporated. Section Thirteen here at
. I’m Betty.
How may I assist?” Jacob
Most of the
held their breath.
Betty didn’t seem to notice the awkward pause, nor did she seem eager to sprout blades from her fingers and attack. Corporate Man finally took a breath and approached the desk.
“Well, Betty, we’re all finished here but they said we were needed upstairs. Would you advise us where to go next?”
Betty smiled and said, “I suggest you take the elevator.”
She gestured toward a set of doors opposite here desk. Corporate Man, expecting to see the entrance to a stairwell, was surprised by the elevator doors. He thanked Betty and pushed the button marked with the upward pointing arrow. The doors slid open and a man in a long trench coat flinched, his eyes flaring wide. His hand flashed inside his coat and he shoved an odd, square barreled gun against Corporate Man’s chest.