The billionaire drummed his fingers on the table while his investors droned on. He hated these infernal meetings. He had made most of his fortune without them and he didn't need them now. He just wanted to go see his nephews. "If it wasn't for these nincompoops maybe I could have found..."
His thought was cut short by a loud crash as the door flung open, the sound echoed off the walls. "MR. MCDUCK..."
"Gyro what have I told you about knocking" Scrooge barked as he rolled his eyes
"Oh um, yes, but it's just that I was observing the movement of the stars, and I saw something"
"Perhaps a star? I thought you were an inventor not an astronomer," Scrooge snorted raising an eyebrow.
"Nonononono, you think I'd leave my study for something like that? I was gathered data for a sort of satellite that would search the earth for treasure. I thought you'd appreciate it. Well, I mean did see thousands of stars but I saw something a bit more curious than that" Gearloose rambled
"GET ON WITH IT LAD!"
"A meteor. I saw what I think is a meteor. But not any ordinary meteor, it looks to be made out of iron oxide for the most part, but an extremely large portion of it is gold. And it's headed straight for earth, pretty fast actually, it should arrive within the month, assuming it doesn't burn up in the atmosphere"
Scrooge perked up at the mention of gold. A moment that was quickly stifled as one of the crotchety old vultures loudly cleared his throat. Scrooge sighed. "Look, is Duckberg or the world in immediate danger?" He asked waving a dismissive hand.
"Well, I suppose not..."
"Wonderful," He got up, "We can finish this conversation later. Do remember to knock next time," Scrooge quipped, pushing Gyro out the door, who was complaining about his dignity.
"Bless me bagpipes, could this day be over any sooner?" he muttered under his breath, rolling his eyes and sitting back down.
The vultures continued the monotonous presentation like nothing had happened.
The moment Scrooge opened the door he was pelted in the face with a throw pillow. "Oops, sorry Mr. Mcduck!" Webby stifled a giggle as the three boys quickly hid their pillows behind their backs smiling innocently. "What'd you do today?" Huey asked running up to him.
"Make any money?" Louie followed leisurely.
"Go on any daring solo adventures?" Dewey pushed past, makeing wild gestures at the word adventure.
"Ah, no," Scrooge replied "the day was pretty uneventful. Gyro interrupted my meeting blathering on about something or other" he rubbed the bridge of his beak "but I honestly don't remember what he was on about"
He ruffled the top of Dewey's head, placed his cane in an umbrella rack and walked towards his office.
The weathered adventurer sat at his desk, glad to finally be home. He thought sourly about his investors a bit and glanced around the room making sure none of his nephews had followed him. He quietly opened a drawer to pull out an old photo. He gazed fondly at it. It was a photo of him; his arms wrapped around Donald and his twin sister. Donald and the girl, in turn, had their arms around three eggs. Scrooge smiled bittersweetly at her.
A knock at the door came, opening a crack. At least someone can knock, he thought to himself.
"Dinner's ready, sir" Mrs. Beakly declared, peeping in.
"Ah, Beakly! Thank you for knocking." He said putting the picture away.
She looked confusedly at him and they left for the dining room together.