All Things Being Equal

The CEO pulled in over three-hundred thousand dollars a year. He ruled over a company of peons two-hundred-and-fifty souls strong, owned two spacious homes, captained his own yacht on the weekends, and had recently dined with a world leader of no small repute. He was a mover and a shaker, a rags-to-riches story worthy of committing even the savviest financial advisor to a blush. The bird shit upon the CEO's tailored suit anyway, unimpressed.