Vignettes from a Corporate Family

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Chapter 1 - A Gilded Cage

It certainly didn't seem like the place to start any sort of corporate dissent. Just a summer pool that converted into skate rink for a few weeks every winter. Somewhere in the middle were three men and a lady, seemingly enjoying the sun.

A lanky old Hispanic spoke up first. "They got you huh"
A rotund Chinese man snapped back. "You're one to talk, Rodrigo. They got you too."

"Lighten up, Francis." A Dominican built like a monk and even named Monk tweaked his sunglasses down to stare at his bickering friends. "They got us all good. And anyway where IS Chen?"

Francis (for that was what the chubby 40ish guy called himself) shrugged. "Too busy pounding the streets with Lipkinski. Some young dood he picked up from... I mean, in... logistics. Sent us his wife to apologise and accompany us again. Honestly, Monk... a corporate town this big is still hard to stay discreet in."

The brunette smiled dazedly, sloshing the waters near the edges of her swim bed. "I did think it was a good day for sunbathing. So I figured I'd come for the occasion."

Monk dropped his sunglasses and gazed upon Sheila's form... tanned Amazonian goddess.... then put his glasses back on. "Yeah, Chen was one of the first generation that put its backs into building this town up. I'd say he's entitled to that."

Rodrigo piped up. "Well, the pay is good..."

Francis yelped. "But it's in Arendtcoins! Sheila, would you kindly tell this gentleman what Arendtcoins are?"

Sheila's started whirring faintly for a few seconds... "Arendtcoins are a corporate currency used to facilitate assignments of resources within the Arendtcore family both as a corporate entity as well as within the corporate town of Little Sanctuary, Minnesota. This information is credited to Wikipedia."

Rodrigo deadpans. "Sheila, would you kindly tell this gentleman what 1000 Arendtcoins goes for currently in US dollars and where that roughly puts Arendtcore as a employer?

Sheila took a few more seconds to process this... "the current exchange rate at the Arendtcore Corporate Store for employees is 1000 Arendtcoin to 175 point 33 US dollars. Based on 2080 comparisons across the New United States of America, Arendtcore pays its employees better than 99% of other companies of similar size."

Francis stuttered "but they probably expect us to keep buying stuff from them. Isn't that the point of a corporate store?"

Rodrigo deadpanned. "Everything is designed to Lighten your wallet faster if that were the case. I'm still wearing shirts I bought decades ago and boots that still sing lullabies to my feet after years of weekend and holiday hikes. That's not cheap corporate crap is it?"

Francis whimpered. "But that Arendtcore logo from the early days was so cringe... I saw it on the corporate store when they reissued it on our free 60th anniversary kit and it looked so archaic."

Martin sighed. "Resorting to emotion when you've lost on fact is the defence of a debate loser. Besides, most of us wear ours with pride! Now can we ease up on the lookup tennis before we have to explain why we're buying him dinner tonight?"