Draco pulled out the different sets of books, the real ones. "All right, these are saved in a drawer that only I can access, which means you need to put some blood magic around your office. These are for your eyes only. Orders," he said pointing to a book. "Gains, and expenses. We keep everything separate. Only my accountants get to mix the three." That was where a little magic could do a lot of tricks in terms of paying revenues. "Any time we're down to two cases of anything, that's when you get more. If you can't under normal channels, talk to Antonin Dolohov. He knows the black market better than anyone else around here."
He picked up the three books and handed them to Ron. "You are not an ugly duckling. You're certainly aren't ugly, pretty nice arse too, and I'm somewhat of a connoisseur, and as you pointed out, you've been doing great. Smile a lot, ignore everything they say about your house and family, and pour alcohol in them. That always helps. If it doesn't, lie, tell them how good they look, how gorgeous their clothes are. It doesn't matter if you know that or not, or if it's true. You'll do just fine."