Scrooge had not been idle. In fact, after taking fifteen minutes to curse and compose himself, he'd repacked what little he owned and then gone to the office.
She was throwing him out, and he needed to get as much done as possible before he was forced out the door.
There he'd stayed the entire night, bent over the desk as he put the finishing touches on the grand financial scheme he'd put into place. It would've been better to have had a bit more time to work out the finer details, but the groundwork he'd already laid would ensure that other than having smaller than anticipated rewards, the bounty would ensure that she wouldn't have to so much as think about using the Midas Touch for at least a decade. The trends he'd foreseen were already starting to pick up, and Golden Raven Investments (the company name he'd chosen weeks ago for his own amusement that he'd forgotten to mention to Magica herself) was perched above fertile fields that would produce rich harvests for years to come.
The sun was rising as he finished the last task he'd assigned himself. He read it over carefully before signing his name and sealing it with the red wax that announced that the envelope's contents were of great importance. He pressed his own seal into the cooling wax so she would know precisely whom had left it for her.
'If she throws it out, that's her business.'
He gave the letter to one of the maids -- Miss Jessie -- and went to his rooms to collect his things.
And when Magica opened the letter, she would find this message:
Miss De Spell --
I beg your forgiveness for my uncouth behavior of last night. When I found the door ajar, I should have left it alone. You had given me express orders not to enter any room whose door was closed to me, and I had passed by that closed door many times. I should have realized that it being partially open was a mistake and I should have treated it as if it were closed, but I foolishly allowed my curiosity to lead me into the temptation of taking a peek.
Please understand that I had no idea that the door led to an outdoor bath. I saw little aside from your back and the features you sought to keep covered, but I fully acknowledge that that does not excuse my staring. However, pray forgive my impertinence when I say that your current situation is far from repulsive though I understand just why you should keep them covered. Likely it is for your own protection from other witches and wizards who might see your abilities as hampered and might think to harm you. Still, it is quite unfortunate. While many would compare you to the Grecian harpies, I found your form more akin to that of the Egyptian goddesses Nekhbet, protector of the pharaohs, or Isis who -- among other things -- was the goddess of magic.
I pray you also forgive a foolish man his thoughts of fancy, for I fear that in choosing to wait until near-dawn to write this letter that my exhaustion is allowing my thoughts to wander. My things were packed within an hour of you ordering me gone, but I had much to finish with your financials before I went. As per our agreement, I've managed to arrange you a regular income of a generous sum so that you will not need the Midas Touch for a significant amount of time.
Thank you for your past generosity, Scrooge McDuck
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She was throwing him out, and he needed to get as much done as possible before he was forced out the door.
There he'd stayed the entire night, bent over the desk as he put the finishing touches on the grand financial scheme he'd put into place. It would've been better to have had a bit more time to work out the finer details, but the groundwork he'd already laid would ensure that other than having smaller than anticipated rewards, the bounty would ensure that she wouldn't have to so much as think about using the Midas Touch for at least a decade. The trends he'd foreseen were already starting to pick up, and Golden Raven Investments (the company name he'd chosen weeks ago for his own amusement that he'd forgotten to mention to Magica herself) was perched above fertile fields that would produce rich harvests for years to come.
The sun was rising as he finished the last task he'd assigned himself. He read it over carefully before signing his name and sealing it with the red wax that announced that the envelope's contents were of great importance. He pressed his own seal into the cooling wax so she would know precisely whom had left it for her.
'If she throws it out, that's her business.'
He gave the letter to one of the maids -- Miss Jessie -- and went to his rooms to collect his things.
And when Magica opened the letter, she would find this message:
Miss De Spell --
I beg your forgiveness for my uncouth behavior of last night. When I found the door ajar, I should have left it alone. You had given me express orders not to enter any room whose door was closed to me, and I had passed by that closed door many times. I should have realized that it being partially open was a mistake and I should have treated it as if it were closed, but I foolishly allowed my curiosity to lead me into the temptation of taking a peek.
Please understand that I had no idea that the door led to an outdoor bath. I saw little aside from your back and the features you sought to keep covered, but I fully acknowledge that that does not excuse my staring. However, pray forgive my impertinence when I say that your current situation is far from repulsive though I understand just why you should keep them covered. Likely it is for your own protection from other witches and wizards who might see your abilities as hampered and might think to harm you. Still, it is quite unfortunate. While many would compare you to the Grecian harpies, I found your form more akin to that of the Egyptian goddesses Nekhbet, protector of the pharaohs, or Isis who -- among other things -- was the goddess of magic.
I pray you also forgive a foolish man his thoughts of fancy, for I fear that in choosing to wait until near-dawn to write this letter that my exhaustion is allowing my thoughts to wander. My things were packed within an hour of you ordering me gone, but I had much to finish with your financials before I went. As per our agreement, I've managed to arrange you a regular income of a generous sum so that you will not need the Midas Touch for a significant amount of time.
Thank you for your past generosity,
Scrooge McDuck