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, May 24, 2013
For a long while no one said anything.
Then a bored sigh slipped from General Apathy and he said, “A most riveting dialogue. I can’t seem to tear myself away.”
He glanced around at everyone for a brief second, shrugged, and then walked into the black pyramid office.
John Q Public stroked his luscious mustache with his black gloved hand and said, “Join me in the conference room and we’ll get under way.”
“Wait a second,” said
“”You’ve got a lot of explaining to do.” Corporate Man.
John Q Public grinned and said, “Actually, I don’t. There’s no one on this planet that I need to explain anything to. But, if we considered your assertion in hypothetical terms, wouldn’t a conference room be an ideal location in which to do the explaining?”
With reluctance, they walked into the black pyramid. The corner doors sealed behind them. It was dim except for a faint red glow emanating from several scattered console buttons.
“Set lighting. Conference,” said John Q Public.
The office flared a brilliant, clean white though no discernable light source could be identified.
“Through here,” said John Q Public. He gestured to a set of heavy looking, glossy black doors with white ivory handles.
The doors opened automatically.
The room inside was black with white framed photos of blackness. The table gleamed its own white light and black chairs huddled around it, perched on bleach white carpeting.
“Hmm. Blatant color scheme?” said Business Woman.
John Q Public nodded and said, “Yes. Now, please sit down and let’s discuss your future.”
“No. How about we discuss what you did to Supply and Demand. To Fair Wage,” said
“To you,” said John Q Public.
“That’s… That’s right. What you did to me, too.”
“Join me at the conference table and we’ll address whatever we wish.”
eventually sat down. Business Woman and
Corporate Man on one side, Senior Executive and Franklin Buck on the
other. John Q Public took a seat at the
head of the table. General Apathy
remained standing, towards the back wall, on John Q Public’s right.
“The future of the economy,” said John Q Public, “is fairly dismal.”
“Thanks largely to you,” said Business Woman.
“Agreed. But now is not the time to point fingers or credit or praise.”
“Praise? Are you nuts?” said Senior Executive.
“I assure you, I am in control of all my faculties,” said John Q Public. “In fact, I could simply end that sentence at control. Wait, I’m forgetting something.”
“Added nostalgia and visual drama,” said General Apathy.
“Oh yes,” John Q Public said, eyebrows lifting in allusion to some impending greatness.
An electronic strum sounded as light flared from everyone’s suits. The flash diminished, but the seams lines on all of their clothes remained white and glowing.
“Are… Are these our old power suits?” asked
“Reasonable facsimiles,” said John Q Public.
“These would have come in handy against Bear Market and The Crash,” said Business Woman.
“They aren’t functional. Merely aesthetic for the final meeting,” John Q Public said and tossed out a wink. “One of the reasons your clothes were stolen on the 26th floor was so these could be made.”
“That must have cost a pretty penny,” said Franklin Buck.
John Q Public shrugged and said, “Like I said, I am in complete control. I’m the head of this global business empire. The
division of Incorporate Business Corporate Incorporated owns a majority of
everything on this planet.”
“Not for long, pal,” said
“Good. Then we’re on the same page,” said John Q Public.
The Union members threw each other confused glances.
“You see,” continued John Q Public, “I’ve grown bored. I claimed lordship over not just this company, and not simply this country, but over the world economy at the turn of the century and it’s been far too easy ever since. I miss the old days. The financial crime fighting. The excitement. That’s why I cancelled funding for the medications that kept you comatose,
That’s why I woke you up.” Corporate Man.