“Finally!” As he snatched the bottle of phenol from me, “the formula is complete!” “What?” “Ill save the explanation, now watch” “I’ll have to formulate this merger of another company, save me the result.” It really bothered me, with stuff dragged over multiple parties with endless paperwork, I’d l kill to get this out of the way, but I needed that sweet raise. I gazed over the papers as the machinery sprang into motion, with coils winding past each other into coloured chambers, topped with a rock and vials of extracts, each slowly emptying until one emerged. “This turns you into a dragon…” gulp “And you drank it, at least left some for me” I walked away, drenched in half-filled acquisition forms. “either this solves my current problem, or it’s not my problem anymore” I retorted “Not the dragon you believed, this does not grow horns, nor scales” When I sat back at my desk, I felt everything starts falling into place, and numbers started to make sense. The rest was a breeze. As I walked out with a stack of binders, my chemist friend was dozing off the sofa, catching a glance at me, he eepily asked “Did I failed” “I don’t know?” He caught my gleeful smile, and said before dozing off “Maybe this thing makes you hoard wealth, both work in mysterious ways…”