Goldie watched as the boys did their daily activities. Dewey, staring into a strange glowing orb, smiling. Webby was watching him. Huey was re-reading the JWG for the millionth time. Louie had taken a place a little ways from Goldie on the couch, turning on 'Ottoman Empire'.
Goldie looked around and furrowed her eyebrows. Why did Scrooge let them make so much of a mess? Pep cans on the floor, a dirty bowl on the coffee table with cheese puff residue, an empty chip bag discarded onto the floor, and that's just to name a few. Goldie, out of the corner of her eye, saw Mrs. Beakley watching her intensely. Goldie thought for a moment, then asked her. "Where is Scrooge?" she asked Mrs. B.
Mrs. Beakley glared at her. "Mr. McDuck has important work to do in his office. He asked me to keep an eye on you." Goldie almost laughed. Just like Scrooge to do something like that. She turned back to the kids. She stood up, and took the remote from Louie. "Hey! What's the big idea?" He asked angrily as she turned off the TV. She walked over to Dewey and Webby and took the sphere out of Dewey's hands, placing it into his bag. "Huey, please put away your JWG." Huey looked at her confused, but did as she asked. Goldie went to the front of the room. "Alright everybody. We are going to clean this room up, since you've made such a mess of it." They all reluctantly stood up.
Goldie smirked as she saw Beakley's astonished expression. The kids all stood up and started cleaning. Goldie helped. As she was working, she got an idea. Goldie started to quietly hum her favorite song, only to realize how much she related to it.
It's like I'm drowning at sea,
Hoping that you reach for me I know you're there, but I can't see.
Cause I'm so drunk off tragic endings,
I'm dying to breathe And all you do is strangle me
Such a beautiful relief Cause I'm so drunk off tragic endings
Now I'm the one thing, you couldn't hate more
But you're the one thing that I would die for...
Everyone finished cleaning as Scrooge stood there, stunned. Goldie turned and saw him. She shrugged and gave Louie back the remote. Louie immediately snatched it and the kids sat down as they turned Ottoman Empire back on. Goldie walked over to the other two.
Scrooge motioned for her to follow him. Goldie, confused, did just that.
Scrooge lead her to a room down the hallway, and opened a door. Goldie peeked inside as Scrooge watched her face. Her eyes lit up. A bedroom. There was a bed by the wall, with a beautiful golden comforter that appeared to be made of satin. A beautiful bay window in the middle of the room, overlooking Duckburg from the mansion's height. A small vanity and dresser sitting next to each other on the wall across from the window, and a night stand with a lamp on it. "Ah' know its not much, but ah' hope ye enjoy it." Scrooge said as Goldie walked in. "You sure about this Sourdough? I'm fine on the couch." She said, unsure of what Scrooge was pulling.
Was he trying to trick her? Lock her in this room because he didn't trust her? She didn't know. "No, ye weren't fine out there. If yer gonna be stayin' here for a bit, ye ought to have yer own room." Scrooge said to her, his Scottish accent thick. She turned to him, a small smile on her face. "Thank you!" Scrooge looked surprised. Goldie coughed and regained her composure, not seeing Scrooge's smirk. "Uh, thank you for the room, Scrooge. I greatky appreciate it." Goldie said calmly. 'More than you know.' she thought to herself.
"Ah, well it was nothin' lass. I'll talk to ye later." With that, Scrooge walked out of her room, closing the door behind softly behind him. Goldie sighed as a large shadow appeared on the wall. Goldie rolled her eyes as she prepared for a lecture from the one and only Magica De Spell. "WHY DIDN'T YOU TAKE THE DIME?!" Magica asked angrily.
"Hey, calm down De spell. I need to gain his trust! He barely trusts me to get any where near him, as it stands! Look, just give me some time. I will get the dime soon." Goldie told. Magica huffed and crossed her shadowy arms. "You better. If you don't, you will strongly regret it." And with that, she disappeared.
Goldie sighed as she pinched the bridge of her beak(?). A small part of her panged with guilt, not wanting to betray Scrooge. But she knew it was already too late to back down. After all, it was Magica De Spell she was dealing with. Goldie clutched the purple amulet at her neck, and hid it under her shirt. Goldie checked the time, and upon discovering it was only 12:33 in the afternoon, she turned to the door and walked out.
Scrooge was in his office, doing a little cleaning. Every so often he would half to clean a little to make sure no dust settled on his documents. Scrooge picked up a large stack of papers and started towards his desk. As he walked, a large book fell out.
Scrooge, puzzled, set the stack on his desk and picked up the large book. He opened in, revealing a photo album. He smiled at pictures of Donald and Della when they were kids. Before the accident happened. Scrooge's gaze softened as he thought of his niece, lost to the stars. Scrooge turned the page, and as he did, a picture fell out and onto the floor, front-side down.
Scrooge, with a small frown picked up the picture and turned it over. It was a picture of him and Goldie, back during the Klondike days. Scrooge's frown turned into a sad smile, his eyes fill with nostalgia. He would never admit it to anyone but himself, but he knew that somewhere in his lonely heart, he missed her. Sure, she was a backstabbing duck, who had left him for dead many times back when they adventured together, but he had to admit to himself, at least. He loved her. No doubt about it.
Scrooge put the picture into the book and headed towards the doors of his office.