Secondly, because Grey Wizards swear a Vow of Poverty, and are not permitted to accumulate property or wealth not of direct and practical use to their cause. Ostensibly, this vow acts as a safeguard against the easily abusable powers of cryptoclastic thaumaturgy—or so the Magisters of the Grey Order claim. In practice, the Order allows a great deal of wiggle room for the enterprising Grey to accumulate tidy sums, so long as they are suitably subtle about it and do not draw any attention that would disrupt that illusion. Unfortunately for you, directing the EIC is not a role well suited for subtlety, and so the side-eyes of the Grey Order are upon you with a clear message: Do not mess this up. Maintaining the facade will require toeing a very careful line, lest you serve as an example for the ire of Bursar Wilhelmine von Bucht.
Objective revealed: Maintain the illusion of the Vow of Poverty. You do not want to anger the the Grey Order.
AN: Just a little blurb I thought of reading this.
How does the Grey College mantain highly visible rolls such as these, it's with the most simple lie. The lie of Omission. They would stand next to very visible truths that cast extremely stark shadows.
"Explain it to me. One more time." Wilhelmine von Bucht spoke slowly, glaring at Magister Eike as she handed over the ledger.
"Well you see, as someone operating under the vow of Poverty I in the very visible role of Governess simply cannot be compensated for such an act." She sniffed and had
that smug smile painted upon her lips. "Therefore my position of Governess has the publicly stated income of a single shilling per day. However it is recognized that the personage of the Governess needs to be able to move amongst high society and attach a vested interest in the well-being of the company." Her face could have made the most cutthroat Altdorf factor run for the hills.
"25% of profits generated are placed at the Governesses discretion for living expenses and the funding of either the expansion or sustaining current operations." She finished, idly spinning one of the very expensive star jewels of the Asur that were all the rage amongst the Marienburg elite. Least of all because they came from the Fortress of the Dawn, and they were cheapest in Altdorf.
Wilhelmine raised a singular eyebrow at the singular profit margin, especially because it was inaccurate according to the public ledger that was in her hands and filed within the Imperial Archive's being constructed somewhere secret. The master records of thousands of institutions, guaranteed by the Empire and woe to those who tread on it's good name. "According to the documents before me and inside the Archives, the Governess is entitled to 30% of profits before the shareholder payouts. Lying to me is a very poor decision, lying to the Empire means you will not be leaving these grounds again." A standard threat, but this hook was too deliciously baited, it had to be a trap.
Magister Eike Hochschild nodded as she set her teacup down. "Of course, the EIC understands that's it's interest must always be aligned with the Empires, in recognition of this fact a 5% tithe is expected to the Emperor's coffers of course."
She could only look with dawning horror and begrudging respect for the sheer gall of the move this Magister was making, worthy of her Master to say the least. "Well Magister Eike." She had to crack at a smile, it was galling and a fait accompli to the Empire when they noticed it. "It appears you learned a important lesson from our first meeting. When someone finally notices," Wilhelmine withdrew the bottle of Riek shandy made by the ill fated Free bottled brother cartel. "You cut them in."
Thus the Imperial black budget was born, a desperately needed cash reserve to the imperial budget and a ready source of soft influence that saw a very unignorable message sent through very unofficial channels. The EIC is what it is, don't fuck it up and everything will go perfectly normal.