Making it to Forbes' front page, ringing the NASDAQ bell, surrounded by investors, and lounging in luxury — that's been your CEO life. But once a year, you fly to England for your annual D&D retreat, a secret hobby from your childhood.

Suddenly, a snarky voice chimes in, "I was surprised to see you here. Then I remembered, fantasy is probably the only place where your strategies actually work."

Its Lucius, your nemesis. The one who published dirty news about you that had your stock crashing.