In my audio consulting avocation days..
One of my clients owned an Insurance Co. 'here' and in Mexico..

Finally it came time to wire/install his Rock House at Huntington Lake (E of Fresno). 'Summer stone House' built for the eons + the snows.
Regaled, dined from kitchen featuring all the toys, incl. steam tables + most gorgeous tostadas the world has seen.

Hands me a then-$50Kish Purdy shotgun - more accurately; I snatched it from him as he was fumbling with DT-hands {He drank. They drank. I sipped.} as he was trying to fit the mondo-precision receiver to barrel! (I snatched, er muy delicado.)

Later on, I'd leave my Citro\ufffdn in their SF garage, take his Grand Marquis lead barge (equipped with Sheriff badge in corner of dash.. in case 'stopped') to hook-up the audio (pop-tunes, TJ-brass) at The Lake. This despite: my having installed a monstro-Cannon connector with all speakers routed == to match his home setup / move huge Sargent-Rayment tube amp twixt the Compounds.

He could never manage to plug/unplug; ackshully, I think he just enjoyed my snippy company; his kids were all $oriented, waiting for his liver to finish the seppuku, so they could SpendSSpendSpend.. and this was before the Ma(u)lling of Murica.
I'd ackshully listen to him. An OK sorta guy; shallow, as seems to go with perpetual pursuit of $$ .. but not a vicious bone anywhere. Endearing, such an exception! No?

The not-Always part:

Once I'd delivered some new toy, for which he paid out of his sock drawer the anticipated amount. When I got home I noticed the thin stack was $50 short.
Think. tact.
Ummm, might a bill have slipped out of that bunch? I seem to have $___ . . .
{Pause / goes back to drawer}
Dang! yer right... etc.

That and a few other episodes elsewhere, pretty much confirms your SueMe generalization re Rich VS those Orgs who deferentially cater to whimsical wants.. but if they Like You, sometimes the hard way is chosen - DoRightThing.

moi?
defending-the-Rich??
\ufffdAy Caramba!\ufffd!