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.
Monday, February 18, 2013
Senior Executive said into his phone.
There was a flurry of motion as wall panels popped away, shifted position, and slammed into place creating a long, wide corridor. When the motion ceased a straight hallway, leading to a door with an exit sign above it, lay before them.
“So… Care to explain?” asked Franklin Buck.
“Oh it’s quite simple,” said Senior Executive. “The more you outsource key positions or departments to alternate work forces or companies, the more you devalue the primary business. This makes it susceptible to take over by its own subsidiaries.”
“I offered the maintenance workers higher paying positions with my newly formed cubicle-wall installation and removal business. Once I controlled enough of the workforce, I used my contacts to engage the Outsourcer stand-ins and formed another company employing them. Then, when enough Outsourcers were on board we… Well let’s just say we terminated our contract with current management and now hire ourselves out on an independent basis.”
“You know, that’s great,” said Business Woman, “but do you think, maybe, we can get out of here and the two of you can discuss business strategies later?”
Senior Executive bowed slightly and gestured toward the exit.
did not hurry down the hallway, but they didn’t walk at a leisurely pace
either. As they neared the exit a faint
noise came bleeding through the walls and the floors hummed beneath their
feet. Franklin Buck put his ear to wall
but said nothing of the frothy pig sounds and labored breathing that he heard.
Through the exit was a small room with a set of elevator doors.
“I’m hoping this isn’t the elevator that brought us up here,” Supply and Demand said in unison. “The one that didn’t go any higher than twenty-six.”
The doors opened and they crowded inside, each noting the single button on the small metal panel. The number thirty-nine was engraved upon its surface with an arrow pointing up.
“That’s a relief,” said Franklin Buck, stepping up to the panel and pushing the button. “Though I wouldn’t mind going back down and getting out–”
But he never finished his sentence. A trap door opened up beneath his feet and he fell screaming into a dark shaft.
Corporate Man dove at the hole, but the trap had snapped shut. He clawed at it ineffectively.
“Push it again,” he shouted. “We’ve got to get him out of there.”
Business Woman pressed the button again and a trap door opened, but not the one in the floor. This one was in the ceiling. It swung open and smacked Demand in the back of the head. A metal ladder slid out of the hole and clanged against the floor, obstructing the downward passage, sealing them off from the One Hundred Dollar