

Beschreibung
WARNING! Under no circumstances must employees strike a deal with unauthorized personnel on Dark Enterprises property. Such behavior may result in death…or the end of the world. Colin is a low-level employee at Dark Enterprises, a Hell-like multinationa...WARNING! Under no circumstances must employees strike a deal with unauthorized personnel on Dark Enterprises property. Such behavior may result in death…or the end of the world. Colin is a low-level employee at Dark Enterprises, a Hell-like multinational corporation solving the world’s most difficult problems in deeply questionable ways. After years of toiling away in a cubicle, he’s ready to climb the corporate ladder and claim the power he’s never had. The only problem is, he’s pretty sure he’s about to be terminated. Like, When Colin meets a shadowy figure promising his deepest desire in return for a small, unspecified favor, he can’t resist the urge to fast-track his goals. He asks for the one thing that will improve his life: a promotion. But that small favor unleashes an ancient evil. People in New York are disappearing, the world might be ending, and Management is starting to notice. Getting to the top is never easy, and now it’s up to Colin to save the world. It’s the ultimate power move, after all.
Autorentext
Mark Waddell grew up on the cold, windswept prairies of western Canada and later earned a Ph.D. in the history of science, medicine, and technology from the Johns Hopkins University. After teaching at Michigan State University for fifteen years, he and his husband moved to Vancouver Island. When not writing, he plays the viola in the Civic Orchestra of Victoria, walks his dogs on the beach, and slays fearsome monsters in Dungeons & Dragons.
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WARNING! Under no circumstances must employees strike a deal with unauthorized personnel on Dark Enterprises property. Such behavior may result in death…or the end of the world.**
Colin is a low-level employee at Dark Enterprises, a Hell-like multinational corporation solving the world’s most difficult problems in deeply questionable ways. After years of toiling away in a cubicle, he’s ready to climb the corporate ladder and claim the power he’s never had.
The only problem is, he’s pretty sure he’s about to be terminated. Like, terminated. That’s tough, because his BFF has just set him up with a great guy. In fact, maybe he’s a little too great. And he asks a lot of questions . . .
When Colin meets a shadowy figure promising his deepest desire in return for a small, unspecified favor, he can’t resist the urge to fast-track his goals. He asks for the one thing that will improve his life: a promotion.
But that small favor unleashes an ancient evil. People in New York are disappearing, the world might be ending, and Management is starting to notice. Getting to the top is never easy, and now it’s up to Colin to save the world. It’s the ultimate power move, after all.
Leseprobe
One
One week before I accidentally doomed all of humankind, I found myself staring at a huge photo of a possum, little pink paws outstretched as it leaped from a tree branch. Written above was the encouraging if implausible phrase Nothing is im-POSSUM-able!
"I have some concerns about your performance, Colin."
My insides tied themselves into painful knots at those dreaded words. "My performance?" I repeated as I tore my gaze from the motivational poster and focused instead on my boss.
Ms. Kettering studied me from the other side of her desk. She wore a teal blue polyester skirt suit over a cream-colored blouse with a pussycat bow tied beneath her chin, her hair arranged in its usual bouffant of tight brown curls. Enormous square-shaped glasses with green-tinted acrylic frames called attention to her bright purple eye shadow, apparently chosen to match her chunky plastic earrings. Her coral-tinged lips were turned upward in a friendly smile, which might have been more reassuring if she hadn't worn the same expression the other day while telling us all that Alonzo had disappeared "somewhere between floors three and six" and wouldn't be coming back.
"Last week, Sunil found four mistakes in the reports you filed." She shook her head as she glanced down at the file in front of her. All around us, the walls of her office were papered with cute animals photographed in precarious circumstances, urging me to hang in there or face down any challenge or triumph against impossible odds. "In addition, some of those reports were filed late. I'm surprised, Colin. You know we take carelessness very seriously here in Human Resources."
My palms were sweating, and I rubbed them against my khakis as a dark and terrifying suspicion started to coalesce in my mind. "I can explain, Ms. Kettering."
Her eyebrows went up as she waited.
Your assistant is sabotaging me, I almost said. He's trying to get me killed. Only, that would never work. Ms. Kettering liked Sunil. Everyone liked Sunil. "I've been engaged in extra work for the department," I told her instead. "Like cleaning the drains in the extraction suites. There're always stray teeth lodged in there." I paused and took a deep breath, trying not to babble. She knew perfectly well that teeth tended to go everywhere during some of our more vigorous procedures. "I've also been compiling the weekly extraction schedules. That's taking up a lot of my time."
Ms. Kettering's smile curved into a tiny frown. "Those tasks aren't your responsibility, Colin."
Unfortunately, Sunil had made them my responsibility. He controlled our weekly assignments, and since rejecting his sleazy advances I'd been swamped with menial and unnecessary work. "I just care about Human Resources so much," I said with a nervous smile and a what can you do? shrug. Maybe I could spin Sunil's petty revenge as me being a proactive employee.
Behind those enormous glasses, Ms. Kettering's eyes were cold. They always were, though, no matter how friendly her smile or how warm her breathy, high-pitched voice. That was how you knew she was dangerous. "Your loyalty is commendable," she said, "but we can't have inefficiency here. Mistakes in those reports mean we might miss our quotas, and failure to meet our quotas will result in a visit from Management." She didn't quite shiver but took a moment to rearrange the papers on her desk as if collecting herself.
I did shiver. Visits from Management were rare but almost always involved protracted screaming and sudden disappearances.
"In light of your two years with the company," Ms. Kettering went on after a small pause, "you will have one week to adjust your performance." Her usual smile returned, though her eyes never changed. "If we don't see sufficient improvement, however, I will have no choice but to recommend you for early retirement."
My breath caught. That meant an exit interview with the Firing Squad and then a one-way trip in an unmarked van. Swallowing noisily, I jerked my head up and down in a nod. "I'll do better," I said in a hoarse voice.
"I hope you do, Colin. I'd hate to lose such a valued employee."
Once I was dismissed, I leaned against the wall outside Ms. Kettering’s office and let out a long, shaky breath. Early retirement. I’d known other employees to vanish mysteriously, replaced by smiling, conscientious workers who didn’t ask questions about their predecessors, but I’d never imagined I would be in the same boat. I worked hard. I believed in this company. And yet here I was, marked for death.
Pushing off from the wall, I headed for my cubicle on trembling legs. I needed to get to work. Around me stretched the bullpen at the heart of the sixth floor, dozens of cubicles occupied by HR employees entering data or filing reports. No one looked at me as I walked past, but then, no one ever looked at me. That didn't matter now, though. The clock was ticking down what might be the last week of my life, and I needed to show M…
