*The Accountant* Once upon a time, in a land not so far (okay, it was America, but just imagine it’s Lagos with taller buildings), there lived a man named *Christian Wolff*. Don’t be deceived by the holy name — this man was no church accountant. He was a *different* kind of numbers man. Quiet, serious, and sharper than a tax collector during election season. Christian had two great talents: 1. He could solve financial puzzles faster than a Nigerian uncle finds change after you borrow him money. 2. He could beat ten grown men like fufu in a mortar. Now Christian wasn’t your everyday "oga accountant". By day, he balanced books. By night, he balanced the karma of criminals. You steal money? He finds it. You try to kill him? He’ll help you meet your ancestors – directly. You see, Christian had autism, which made him socially awkward, but also made his brain a mathematical calculator sent from heaven. If your books had even ₦1 missing, Christian would find it faster than a jollof thief at a wedding. Contd 👇🏻👇🏻