Corporate
Man’s mouth felt and tasted like it was full of copy machine toner. Every part of his body ached. If someone told him that he’d been up all
night using dirty dollar bills to paper-cut his own eyes, he would have
believed them. And there was something
so wrong with ass that his mind simply would not permit it much attention.
Someone
groaned. The sound was like a vibrating pager
on a conference table. After a few
moments he realized that the sound was coming from his own throat. He stopped groaning because it hurt to groan.
“Don’t try
to move too much,” Junior Executive whispered.
“I’m going to put a straw to your lips.
Take small sips. Then go back to
sleep.”
“Groan-ah-roan-a-rah.”
“We’ll talk
later. It’s early evening. Monday.
When you wake again we’ll get you showered and fed. Then I’ll fill you in on the details. Pink Slip’s in custody. Business Woman stopped by with a small
committee and took charge.”
“Brah-roan-roan?”
“She had to
fly back out. Said for me to tell you
she’s sorry she couldn’t stay, but things are about to split on this case she’s
working. I’ve put together a plan on the
Corporate Whore thing, but I’d like your input.
Anyway, sleep for now. You need
to regain your strength.”
Corporate
Man, never having opened his eyes, needed to carry out no further action in
order to slip back into unconsciousness.
