If the owner had the requisite cognitive ability, he'd likely be the same caliber of scoundrel as Bernie Madoff, or the king from Robin Hood. However, his Lilliputian number of brain cells, lonely in their dark and echoing prison, render him as uncomprehending as he is greedy. Among his avaricious machinations are the rumoured salaries received by his spawn, who, make no mistake, do not work nor contribute in any way to this company.
The charlatanry shown by the leadership of this company is truly astounding. What you'll see and hear working at this chop shop for human souls will leave you almost impressed that a business can continue to limp along despite the dearth of both skill and morality at the helm.
If there was a theme song for this company and it's leadership, it would be called "Welcome To The Bungle".