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, February 15, 2013
The Outsourcer sauntered down the corridor and into a room full of half-walled cubicles. They wouldn’t be tracking him now, and the ones the greed-creature didn’t dispatch, he would hunt down at his leisure. But for now, he was going to take a well earned coffee and cigarette break in his office.
There were two letters on his office door. M and E. It used to read MINE, but he found the message came across just as clear this way and only cost half as many letters.
He opened the door and walked inside, but it wasn’t his office. The room was empty and the walls were bare. The only distinctive features in the space were three doors at the opposite side. The Outsourcer swore and turned to storm out but his office door no longer led into a room of half-walled cubicles. There was a stubby, dead-end hallway there instead.
“Hey! Assholes!” the Outsourcer shouted. When an attendant did not appear at his summons he turned toward the three doors and walked to the one on the left.
He took a deep breath and opened it.
The attention of more than thirty Chinese Outsourcer stand-ins flashed toward him, their faces fierce, eyes flared.
“You peckers better get back to–”
They hissed and charged at the door. The Outsourcer slammed it shut and raced to the door on the right. Behind it, poised and ready to pounce, were fifty of the Outsourcer stand-ins from
They surged forward, screaming.
The Outsourcer staggered back, groped for the handle of the middle door, and fled inside. An empty, extremely long hallway lay before him. The Outsourcer ran down it as fast as his stubby legs would carry him.
He risked a glance back, positive that a mob would be right behind him, but the corridor was empty. There wasn’t even a door. He continued running. At some point he became aware of a thundering, chortling sound which grew louder the further he ran.
The end of the hallway was still an agonizingly long way off, but that didn’t prevent the Outsourcer’s bowel from giving way a little bit when the furious greed-creature rushed around the corner, howling with rage.