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, October 15, 2014
A cheer rose up, spreading across the floor of the casino. Jack had arrived. Good ole Jack. Everyone loved Jack. He was scheduled to make a speech in ten minutes. It would take him twenty-five just to reach the podium with all the handshaking and pleasantries and easy conversation.
Jack knew everyone and everyone knew Jack.
As he mounted the steps to the little stage he waved and pointed and smiled. Lights from slot machines twinkled off his thick silver hair and danced in his warm, caring eyes.
He had to ask for silence several times before the attendees gave it to him.
“Wow. That… That was an amazing reception. Does Great American Business Company have the best people or what?”
A roar of applause.
“I see some new faces out there. New faces in some very nice suits. Well, welcome to family. Just remember that this is a family. We look out for each other. That’s why we’re successful. Individuals don’t make a company great. It’s cooperative effort. Everyone working toward a common goal. All of us helping each other succeed.”
Jack paused again and let the fervent cheers settle.
“They tell me that this party is in honor of me and my so called legacy. I’m not really comfortable with that so let’s use this opportunity to honor everyone who has ever contributed to our growth and our accomplishments.”
Everyone loudly honored themselves.
“I know I’m technically retired, but I’m always glad to lend a hand. Don’t hesitate to call upon me if there is something I can help with. And that brings us to another bullet point. They’ve tasked me with the privilege of introducing one of our newest employees. A real find I’m told. A wise investment for our company’s future. Donald Jackson. Don, would you please come up here and join me on stage?”
The crowd clapped and whistled. Slowly this clamor gave off to an uncomfortable silence. Corporate Whore strode up to the microphone. Everyone shifted awkwardly, wondering why anyone would fail to come to Jack’s call.
“I apologize,” said Corporate Whore. “It’s seems as though our–”
“There he is!” someone shouted.
A spotlight shifted away from the stage and scanned about until it secured the person in question. Donald Jackson lifted his hand as if to wave. He shrugged as he walked toward the stage then he shook Jack’s hand and went to the microphone.
A glare, so intense and so full of rage, threatened to spontaneous combust Corporate Whore’s eyeballs. The heat that might have resulted from such an ignition would’ve been on par with an especially malevolent laser, one that could easily reduce Donald Jackson to an embarrassing briquette.
“Sorry, I missed the cue, Jack. I was in the middle of some lucrative negotiations,” Donald Jackson said. “I know, I know, I shouldn’t be working right now. I promise I’ll delay any further deals until Monday. I’m just so excited to be a part of this company, so eager to further its growth.”
A chorus of cheers filled the room.
“I won’t keep you from your revelry, but before we dive into the festivities, let’s remember why we’re all here. Jack. An individual might not be responsible for a company’s success, but one man, this man, set the course. One man, this man, was resolute that a business where the entire group works together to ensure the achievements of all, is a healthy, profitable business. One man, this man, took the time to get to know everyone here, and to care about all of us. Like a family.”
It was uncertain whether Donald Jackson, Corporate Man, would be able to quiet the crowd after that. He never really did. Instead, the decibels came down to a level where his shout of, “Let the celebration commence!” could be heard over the din.
The executives, managers, and supervisors broke like a stormy sea onto the blackjack tables and the slot machines. In the tumult, Corporate Whore gripped Donald Jackson’s arm and hissed, “For now, I don’t care where you’ve been. We’ll sort that out later. Right now, you are accompanying me to a conference room for a little meeting with the board of directors and the upper executives.”
She flashed a liquid smile at Jack and said, “We’ll be back momentarily, Jack. Just a couple of last minutes to sort out before we can indulge.”