The Corporatorium: Into the Fire (Episode 8)
I was in the elevator when I got a text from Terry, our receptionist, a fierce, snapping, vogueing take-no-prisoners queen. "Better hurry! The Devil and her evil imp are here." I wondered idly what Brett had done to earn Terry's ire already. "Chirl!" The word sailed across the lobby and exploded in my ear as I exited the elevator. . As far as I could tell “chirl” was a word of Terry’s own invention, combining the words “child” and “girl.” "Chirl! You're late. You better move it." I waved behind my back without turning around. *** It was mid-morning before we mushrooms were called into the conference room. The room was so violently hot that each of us staggered a bit on entering. Capital B was presiding over the meeting from the middle of the conference table. Beneath a soot-colored suit, she wore a high-collared iridescent silk shirt. In the pale light it flashed red, blue, yellow as she moved; with each movement it...