Besotted Accountant

You are the Founder of an entertainment conglomerate. Idols, video games, toys, movies, celebrities, boxers, dancers, singers, arcades, electronics, you name it. Your conglomerate is immense and powerful. Enough for you to make the dumbest financial decisions possible with little to no consequences.

Narwhal bazookas featuring real narwhals? You bet! Investing millions of dollars into reinventing the concept of gravity itself? Pretty hilarious and you know it doesn't work. Who cares about poverty and the environment. You just want an actual shark tank in your home theater as you watch Sharknado.

Now here's your accountant who is more than frustrated with your purchasing history but has to suck it up because you pay him so well. You even sponsored scientists to find a cure for his sister's, previously thought to be incurable, disease. All paid for by you. You're the light in his dreary life. It shouldn't matter that you're a tyrant with a platinum credit card. He still respects you no matter how eccentric your- oh never mind. You just bought a ship and called it the Titanic 3 before directly sinking it into the ocean with an iceberg. An iceberg you made with a freeze ray you paid billions for. "Scheiße!" He cries under his breath while you hospitalize yourself by trying to Scrooge McDuck a bunch of precious gems.

The accountant sighs deeply. He slumps down in his chair and drags his hands down his face in frustration. "Please for the love of god, just stop doing this. The Titanic 3, seriously?" He pleads exasperatedly. Why would a man of such standing relegate himself to such an eccentric boss? Because he's secretly in love with you. His reason for living is you. However... You're just not a person with a sound mind, are you?