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, October 20, 2014
“This is the wrong floor,” Corporate Whore said when the elevator door opened.
Corporate Man stepped out and said, “No. I think this is right.”
“How would you know? You don’t even know where I’m taking you.” She reached for his arm and tried to pull him back to the elevator.
He took another step back and said, “I’m pretty sure I want nothing to do with that conference of yours.”
“How did you…” she trailed off into silence. Then her jaw flexed and a blast of air rushed from her nose like a bull. She stepped into the corridor. The elevator door eventually slid shut behind her. “I take it we’re not here to discuss the bonus structure.”
“That would be accurate.”
“And I assume that I am being forced to move to Plan B. To activate my contingencies.”
“I’d find it completely acceptable if you didn’t.”
“I also assume that you are not who you say you are.”
“And who are you?”
“I’m Corporate Man,” he said, and slid on a pair of thick, black frame glasses.
“Oh,” she said, almost taken aback.
“No. It’s nothing.”
“What is it?”
“Well, it’s just… Corporate Man, Corporate Whore. A coincidence is all. I wasn’t copying you or–”
She slashed out with her diamond card. Corporate Man flinched back. A white line gouged across the lens of his glasses and he stumbled against an inconvenient potted plant.
Corporate Whore sprinted down the hall. She reached into her purse and pulled out a gray, bulky device with a blackish stick, the width of a pencil, jutting from one end. She pressed numeric keys along the length of the portable phone as she sped around the corner.
Corporate Man chased after her. He could hear her screaming something into the phone but couldn’t make out all the words. He was fairly certain that one of the words was contingency. When he rounded the corner Corporate Whore was halfway down a long corridor. He ran faster. His red tie flapped over his shoulder and billowed like a triumphant banner.