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, May 22, 2013
The next staircase took up the entire side of the last tier of the pyramid structure. General Apathy stood on the third step and gestured upward.
“Right this way,” he said. “And congratulations on making it all the way to the top.”
“What’s up there?” asked Franklin Buck, his hair oddly misshapen from his recent encounter with the business end.
“Were you not paying attention?” said General Apathy. He pointed upward, flared his eyes in a manner that could be mistaken for nothing other than outright mocking, and said, “Up there is the top. The Big Bossman awaits. You should probably keep him from waiting any further. This has all gone on long enough, don’t you think?”
They walked up the stairs.
Their feet made hollow clacking noises on each step. The sound echoed back to them sounding of crystal, soft metal, and freshly minted paper currency. A chill air swept down as they approached the top of the rise. Each shivered as their flesh goosed.
When the last of the
Union stopped atop the platform, all sound went
out of the room. In front of them the diamond
shaped pit gaped, sidewalls dropping into the floor, meeting at a center point
“Okay, so now–” Business Woman started, but General Apathy held up a finger in front of his face to silence her. His hand moved with such speed and forceful command that it actually worked.
A low bass hum shook the room.
They could feel the vibration in the cloth of their pant legs and the short hairs on the backs of their necks. A futuristic, pneumatic, clunking hiss erupted from the great black diamond shape at the apex of the ceiling as it drifted downward at a slow, steady pace. Eventually, it seated in the diamond shaped pit in the top of the platform. A pleasurable sigh exhaled from the strange shape.
Nothing happened for a painfully long time.
Corporate Man glanced at Business Woman and then at Senior Executive. Franklin Buck glanced at no one and continued to stare at the black pyramid.
A noise shattered the pregnant silence. It sounded like a robotic samurai sword with a crystal blade being unsheathed from a dry ice. Lines of white light split the bottom corner of the pyramid.
Then it opened.
Two doors swung away from the corner like arms opening outward, readying for an embrace.
A man stood inside the pyramid, silhouetted by the intense light behind him. General Apathy rolled his eyes and glanced at his watch as the man walked forward.
“Welcome,” he said as the light of the room caught his features. “I’m glad you could make it.”
The man did not reply, but his grin widened.
“John? Who’s John?” said Franklin Buck.
“John Q Public,” said Business Woman. “He’s one of us.”
Corporate Man shook his head, “I… I thought you were dead.”
John Q Public, the Big Bossman, shrugged and said, “Well you never can tell. Can you?”