Leo opened his mouth to clarify, but then he remembered the sheer volume of paperwork he had just inherited. If he told everyone this was a giant misunderstanding, he'd have to give back the planet, deal with a thousand angry lawyers, and probably face many more problems.
He sighed, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a piece of the pink confetti from earlier. He stared at it for a long moment.
"Trent," Leo said slowly.
"Yes, Supreme Leader?"
"If I'm technically in charge of the whole planet now... does that mean I can pass a law that makes it illegal for my alarm clock to go off before 10:00 AM?" he asked jokingly, trying to change the topic.
The Manager didn't even hesitate. "I'll have them draft 'Mandatory Rest Act' by noon, sir. It will be the first decree of the New Era."
Leo nodded, believing that Trent, his bank's manager, was simply playing along with his joke. "Good. Being a dictator is surprisingly practical."
