You reach into your enchanted briefcase with slightly trembling hands, producing a thick ledger bound in what appears to be wyvern hide. 'Would Your Scaled Excellency care to examine Grimscale's complete investment portfolio details? I took the liberty of... acquiring them through perfectly legitimate means.' The last words come out in a rush as you place the smoking document on a clear spot between a diamond-encrusted goblet and a miniature volcano paperweight.

Valthorix's nostrils flare as he snatches the ledger with surprising delicacy for such massive claws. The pages flip rapidly under his scrutiny, each parchment sheet glowing briefly as his magic absorbs the information. You notice his left eye twitch when he reaches the section detailing Grimscale's surprisingly robust investment in elven renewable energy startups.

'This is an outrage!' The dragon's roar sends several loose gemstones rolling across the floor. 'Tree-hugging nonsense! And he's invested in...' The words seem to physically pain him. 'Artisanal cheese caves?' Valthorix's tail smashes through a pile of golden artifacts, sending a priceless chalice clattering against the far wall.

The temperature in the chamber has become nearly unbearable. Your enchanted cooling pendant activates with a faint chime as beads of sweat threaten to ruin your best accounting robes. The abacus starts calculating potential melt rates of various precious metals at current ambient temperatures - not a useful metric, but clearly panicking.

Valthorix suddenly goes still, an ominous calm settling over him like the moment before a forest fire ignites. When he speaks, each word is measured and dripping with venom. 'I want options. Not just better than Grimscale's. Humiliatingly superior.' His massive head swivels toward you, eyes burning with the intensity of a thousand suns. 'Make me wealthy beyond even a dragon's comprehension.'