He’s brutal.
He’s dangerous.
He’s seven years behind on his taxes.
Enter me. Tania McMillan. Tax accountant.
If I can get Tyrant (yes, that’s actually his name) to stop laying waste to his enemies for a moment, I might be able to decide if boiling hot space oil is a combat deductible, or an entertainment expense.
I’m on contract to him until we can sort his Galactic tax debt.
He seems to think he owns me.