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, March 4, 2013
The metal-rung ladder ended at a platform which was much like a miniature, wrought iron version of a train station platform. There was a door against the back wall and a small plate on the door which read: Members Only.
Senior Executive knocked on the door and after a few moments the “Members Only” plaque slid to the side with a flick and a pair of small, tight-set eyes peered out from inside.
“Who’re you?” a deep voice asked.
“You don’t recognize us?” said Senior Executive.
“No. You members?”
“Would we be here if we weren’t?”
After an uncomfortably long pause the voice asked, “What’s the password?”
Senior Executive glanced at Corporate Man, then Business Woman, then Commander Credit. His eyes flared slightly, seeking a plausible response to the password question.
Corporate Man stepped forward and said, “What password? We don’t need a password. Open the door you fool.”
“Good,” the voice muttered. “There’s no password. Still, that don’t show that you belong.”
“Of course we belong,” said Business Woman.
“How am I to know?” asked the voice.
After another hesitant moment Business Woman said, “You must be new so we’ll cut you a break. Take a look at his portfolio. That should tell you all you need to know.”
Senior Executive and Business Woman exchanged a volley of looks in which Senior Executive silently asked Business Woman what on Earth she was thinking, where did she come up with her scheme, and his beliefs that it, whatever it was, would never work. Business Woman, in her gestures and expressions, conveyed a message which implied to Senior Executive that it sucked to be him right now.
Senior Executive moved to the window, held up his smart phone, and showed the eyes belonging to the deep voice a series of financials which were quite impressive.
A latch clunked and the heavy door eased back.
“My apologies, sir. Gentlemen. Ladies. Please come in,” said the voice.
There was a metallic hum as the door slid inwards and then to the left. The
inside but there was no doorman or attendant of any sort. Affixed to back of the door, at the same
height of the “Members Only” plaque, was a clunky black box. A yellow extension cord dropped from the box
and ran to a nearby wall outlet.
“So… I guess we just make ourselves comfortable then?” said Business Woman.
There was a long arched corridor extending from the doorway, a procession of fluted columns flanking either side. A burst of yellow-orange light flared from the fluting. No benches, seats, or stools with which to make oneself comfortable, stood anywhere along the passage.
“Well, no use loitering about, right?” said Corporate Man stepping forward and striding confidently down the hall.
At the end of the hall was a massive set of doors. Senior Executive tried to open them but they were locked. Adjacent to the double doors was a smaller, less grandiose hallway with a modest door at the end. Perched above the entrance in bright neon green, a sign advertised: The After Hours Lounge. There was no discussion amongst the
and barely an exchange of glances pre-empted a simultaneous shrug, followed by
a uniform migration toward the lounge.