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, September 10, 2014
Every cell in his body felt alive. His blood felt like liquid rubies and his mind of molten gold, racing with crazy, lucrative ideas and inventive corporate strategies. He could not seem to focus on his predicament though. Nothing practical or clever, unless it was fiscally strategic.
The bosslady continued, “You’ll receive your supply of Bonus with every paycheck. Today’s unscheduled payday was unique. Think of it as inaugural, an initiation if you will. It won’t happen again unless you exceed expectations and create new financially advantageous opportunities for the company. As your monetary bonuses increase, so does your supply.”
“I won’t do this.”
“Sure you will. It’s got a hold on you now. It’s in your blood. And you’ll get another taste of what it’s like to be without it. You might be able to portion that syringe into two, maybe three doses, and the cash has enough powder on it that you could triple-count the bills and get another one that way. I assure you though, that by the time payday rolls around again, you will be in terrible need of a fix.”
Corporate Man stood up. The room jittered and slight tracers blurred the lines of everything. He closed his eyes. That proved to be a big mistake. Dollar signs and graphs and P&L reports swam at him through the dark and he staggered. When he opened his eyes it took a moment for the room to stop moving. He shook his head. This did nothing to clear his mind. Everything went rubbery for a moment and the sound of commerce rang in his ears.
“I won’t let you get away with this?”
“Oh no? And who are you? Donald Jackson, guardian angel of business ethics and fiscal morality? No, I’ve seen your resume. I know what you’ve done. You might be angry at being tricked, but that won’t last. There are other benefits to Bonus that you have yet to discover. Think of it as a business super serum.”
“I’ll barricade myself in a hotel room somewhere and kick this junk and then report you to the Better Business Bureau,” Corporate Man said. The thought of another two days of chills and body aches and fever and vomiting and diarrhea was not encouraging.
The bosslady laughed. “Oh! That’s rich. The BBB. Impotent weaklings!”
“Maybe,” Corporate Man said. “But it would be enough to cause in depth inquiries. Disrupt your Bonus supply, maybe.”
The smile slipped from her face like a stock market crash. Her cheeks reddened and her brow pinched in a severe scowl. A slight tremor shook her upper lip. And then she took a breath and her demeanor relaxed.
“I have contingencies,” she said and pressed a button on her phone. A blinking, rose colored light, throbbed from beneath it.
The door at the back of the office, the one Corporate Man thought was a private bathroom, creaked open. A pink light poured out and filled the bosslady’s office. A woman, dressed in skin-tight hot-pink vinyl, matching gloves and stiletto heels, and a domino mask stepped over the threshold. In one had she held a black clipboard and in the other, a leather whip.
Corporate Man recognized her and almost said her name.