Here I am in my corner office with floor to ceiling glass, a polished oak bespoke desk and three floors full of eager employees desperate to impress me. I am a happy man. I go home each night to a slick two floor penthouse apartment with panoramic views and the finest silk sheets, complete with the finest lady waiting for me. I write a fairly successful business blog under an alias. I take inspiration from my week of work and wax lyrical about the ups and downs of business accounting in Melbourne. It doesn’t sound like a terribly juicy topic but at least three thousand people a day seem to think it is. Nobody at work knows that I am in fact the man behind ‘the wolf of Melbourne’. I often overhear them talking about it, mainly negatively, it is a good way to keep tabs on people’s real opinions. One unfortunate soul happened to tell me to my face that he believes the wolf is actually a woman who has never practiced accountancy in her life. Little does he know. I recently consulted with a very established external BAS accountant in Melbourne about a large corporate merger. It made for fantastic writing for the blog as I was able to use real life examples for some of the industry’s most complex applications. It was a particularly popular blog post, junior accountants across Australia read it with awe and commented their admiration for the wolf. One day I plan to reveal my true identity but the timing has to be just right. It will shake the very nature of the blog but disturbance is not always unwelcomed. Accounting is essentially rooting out disturbances and reporting the status quo. I am getting soppy in my old age and the wolf alias is not allowing for it.