Glomgold gazed at the picture hanging in his office. It was a large, framed portrait of none other than Scrooge McDuck. Simply looking at it gave him an intangible, bittersweet flood of emotions.


He remembered back to that fateful day several years ago. He and Scrooge sat outside of McDuck Manor, underneath the stars.

"I wish we could live every night like this." He whispered to Scrooge.

"Why can't we?" Was Scrooge's response.

"Y'know they'll get suspicious. The CEOs of two competing companies in a relationship? How will our businesses thrive?"

Scrooge sighed. "Well, I don't know about that. But why shouldn't we try?"

"It's too dangerous for our careers." Glomgold looked at the ground. He had never meant for this to happen; he just wanted to be better than Scrooge. However as time went on he came to admire Scrooge more and more.

"Well then, why don't we just keep our relationship a secret, like we've been?" Scrooge's words brought him out of his thoughts.

"We don't really have a choice."

Scrooge stood up and walked into the mansion.

Glomgold watched him. "Where are you going?"

"I'll be right back. I just have to take care of something."

Glomgold's thoughts wandered. Would today be the day the triplets catch on to their secret meetings and realize that they weren't just for business? How would they react? Would they tell their friends, or the press? Would his own employees turn on him?

"Sorry 'bout that." Scrooge returned out to the patio, carrying a framed painting in his arms.

"What's that?"

"Well, see, I thought you could use something to remember me by." Scrooge smiled as he turned the painting around to reveal that it was a self-portrait.

"Oh, wow…." Glomgold gasped, nearly speechless. After looking at the painting, he asked, "Are you sure you want me to keep this? It's yours."

"I'm one hundred percent sure, Glomgold. You deserve this. Besides, it's not like I'm giving my money away."

Scrooge placed the painting down on a table. He took a marker out of his pocket and started to write something on the back. He then handed the painting back to Glomgold. "Here, it's yours."

"Thank you…" Glomgold said.


With a sudden realization, Glomgold's thoughts were interrupted. He stood up and walked over to where the painting was hanging. He took it off of the wall and turned it around. On the other side, written in black marker were the words, "To my dearest companion. Love, Scrooge McDuck."

Glomgold smiled and his face began to turn a bit red. He hung the painting back on his wall and returned to his desk.

He took out his pen and stared at the paper on his desk. He moved the pen along the edges of the paper, unable to concentrate. He then looked back up at the portrait of Scrooge. He smiled again.

At that moment, one of Glomgold's workers entered the room. "Mr. Glomgold, sir, I was wondering if you could-" They noticed him staring at the painting. "Uh, what are you doing?"

"What?" Glomgold turned to look at his employee. His eyes widened and his face turned pale. "I'm planning my next attack on Scrooge, you fool!" He took out a dart from one of his desk drawers and threw it far to the left of the painting. "Gah! Missed again!" He exclaimed. "Come back later! I'm busy."

The employee closed the door and walked out.

Glomgold sighed with relief. Until the day we don't have to hide anymore, hopefully they'll never find out.