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, April 3, 2013
A huge, hulking behemoth dropped from the arena ceiling and onto the stage. A shockwave rippled from this man-shaped bomb’s epicenter, buckling the stage and toppling market traders and coffee fetchers.
There was a series of deep clunking sounds that followed and whole sections of the floor fell away at random but oddly precise intervals. Desks, chairs, paperwork, and traders were tossed into gaping crevasses.
When the shuddering stopped, Corporate Man stood up, expecting to see the chaotic wreckage normally associated with an earthquake. This was not the case. There was a pattern, a maze of elevated walkways. The remnants of floor sections that had not fallen away in the shock’s wake. He peered over down into the newly formed chasm. A similar pattern was evident in the depths but as a labyrinth of high walled trenches.
On the far side of the maze, roaring like a conquering warlord amidst the splintered ruins of the arena stage, stood the hulking form of The Crash.
“I’ve waited years for this, you son of bitch!” Commander Credit shouted. He bolted past Corporate Man across the smooth, carpeted surface of the elevated maze. The Crash ceased its emphatic bellows, glanced down, and spotted Commander Credit. The monster grinned and flared its eyes. With a burst of speed incongruent to its bulk, The Crash leapt from the stage and charged across the surface of the maze seeking and avenue that would lead to its quarry.
Corporate Man turned to Business Woman, but she wasn’t there. Neither were Supply and Demand. Bull Market was also nowhere to be seen.
“They fell,” Senior Executive called out. He was perched on the surface of the maze, a trench separating him from
“Down there, somewhere.” Corporate
“We need to help them,” said
“No, we need to stop The Crash. They can take care of themselves.”
“We help our own first,” said
“Business Woman! Supply!
Demand!” Corporate Man.
“We’re here!” Business Woman called out from somewhere in the depths of the labyrinth. “A little bruised, but I think we can manage. How do we get out of here?”
“I don’t know. It looks like some sort of maze.”
“What about The Crash? That thing isn’t down here with us, is it?”
“No,” said Senior Executive. “It’s still on the surface, coming this way. Commander Credit rushed off. He’s trying to make his way toward it.”
“Well get out there and give him a hand. We’ll try to find our own way out.”
“Alright. We’ll come back for you when we can,” said Corporate Man, flipping his necktie cape over his shoulder and leaping upward. The ascent of leap crested when he was over the center of the open trench. Then the descent began. He flailed and groped as he slammed into the sidewall of the maze, fingers gouging into the commercial grade burber at the top of the trench wall. Senior Executive grabbed Corporate Man’s wrist and pulled him up onto the platform.
“I forgot that that happens when it’s around,” said
The two men regarded each other for a moment and then sprinted across
the top of the maze toward The Crash. Corporate