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, August 18, 2014
“Thank you for the cover ID, Miss Pension.”
“Not a problem,
That Donald Jackson person you had me cook up is a real piece of work.” Corporate
“He had to be or they wouldn’t have noticed my resume.”
“I suppose. Half of his financial credits are for companies he bankrupted and the other half for corporate giants who laid off half their workforce during their most profitable years. It’s sick, if you ask me. And if what you suspect is true… I mean, it sounds like The Greed all over again.”
“I’m not so sure,” Corporate Man said. He set a file folder in a black briefcase and snapped the hasps closed. Then he walked over to the Coffee Maker in The Breakroom at The Office (the secret mountain base of The Union) and poured himself a cup of efficient black. “This is something new. Something a little different.”
“What’s the name of this place you’ll be working?”
“Great American Business Company.”
“Never heard of them,” Miss Pension said. She picked at her lunch. A battered paperback lie, unopened, beside her plate.
“Nationally, they’re invisible, but they’re number one in their region, and for all the right reasons. But now…”
“The Greed. Gotta be. We’ve seen it before.”
Corporate Man shook his head and sat down at the small break room table. He sipped his coffee.
“I don’t like it that you’re going in alone.”
“Can’t be helped. Business Woman is working the international market. John Q Public is still off grid after that business with The Crash. Normally I’d send Junior in ahead of me but–”
“That matter with the Corporate Mind Hive. Yes. Junior Executive is still recovering. I wish you’d wait for back up.”
“I don’t think we have time. Something’s insinuated itself within the walls of Great American Business Company and, from what I gather, it’s spreading fast.”
“You’ll check in daily, yes?” Miss Pension said.
“You know I will.”