Magica De Spell (
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happilyeverbeginning2020-05-25 07:30 pm
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A secretary is not a toy (scrooge x magica)
Cheaters never prosper? Whoever came up with that silly idea had clearly never met Magica De Spell. It was only fair in her mind - out of all the students, she knew she deserved to win this opportunity. Everyone else would have just made a fool of themselves.
Plus, if they had won, they might've incurred the wrath of the Queen Bitch. So in the end, her cheating was for the good of all.
One stuffed ballot box later, Magica was declared the winner - she would get to not only meet the world's richest duck, but get a tour of his headquarters. She would learn the ins and outs of his companies, and learn the tricks of the trade and blah blah blah. Let's be real - this was a business opportunity. She'd make nice, and worm her way into his good graces. Then, once she knew his tricks... she'd steal them and make them her own, only without his ridiculous morals.
Scrooge McDuck was the world's richest duck for now - but one day, and one day soon, that title would belong to Magica! One day, he'd be entering a contest just to be in her good graces!
Chuckling darkly to herself, she checked her reflection once more in the bus window before it pulled to a stop before his famous bin. She'd play the good girl suck-up role now, and take him for all he was worth.
Plus, if they had won, they might've incurred the wrath of the Queen Bitch. So in the end, her cheating was for the good of all.
One stuffed ballot box later, Magica was declared the winner - she would get to not only meet the world's richest duck, but get a tour of his headquarters. She would learn the ins and outs of his companies, and learn the tricks of the trade and blah blah blah. Let's be real - this was a business opportunity. She'd make nice, and worm her way into his good graces. Then, once she knew his tricks... she'd steal them and make them her own, only without his ridiculous morals.
Scrooge McDuck was the world's richest duck for now - but one day, and one day soon, that title would belong to Magica! One day, he'd be entering a contest just to be in her good graces!
Chuckling darkly to herself, she checked her reflection once more in the bus window before it pulled to a stop before his famous bin. She'd play the good girl suck-up role now, and take him for all he was worth.

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The mental image of that ridiculousness did jar her back to reality, if only for a bit.
"Oh! Right, right. Of course." She cleared her throat, trying to force her body to calm down. "Such big emergencies that you can't even tell me what they're about, right?" She walked quickly to catch up with him, noting no ring on his finger, thank goodness.
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"Afraid not all of them, lass. We tend to stay as much out of government work as possible to prevent conflict of interest, but sometimes there's overlap we can't help. Today's one of those days, unfortunately. You'll likely hear the basics about it on the news tonight."
Natural disasters causing food shortages in an area his company operated in had a tendency to do that.
"But there'll be plenty for you to observe regardless. You won't be bored."
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"I wouldn't have entered this contest if I thought anything about you.... your company would bore me." She tried to straighten up. "I'm here to learn." And tonight she'd do so much more learning - any girlfriends he had or women who'd thrown themselves at him, for instance.
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The old man walked rather quickly, leading the way through the hallways and elevators to his office at the top of the Bin. There was a spare seat set up near his desk so she could work on a few tasks he'd set up for her to do. Nothing that would result in the stock market collapsing if she misjudged it, but still interesting and a bit of what he had to do on a regular basis.
Behind the desk was the massive painting of himself on an assembly line, the painting a mute reminder to Scrooge that he might be a very visible worker on the line but despite all the wealth in the vault (whose door was across from the painting) he was still a worker on the line.
"There's a small bathroom if you need to use it. You've got access to go down to the cafeteria for lunch and your meal'll be covered by me or it can be brought up here."
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Thankfully, she did manage to listen and not just stare longingly at the painting that she hoped she could get a bootleg copy off of the internet. Another thing to be thankful for was that Magica did have some brains - the tasks performed wouldn't be perfect, but they would showcase her ability to think outside of the box and track some loopholes others would have missed.
She also resisted the urge to use the paper to write down possible baby names, so there was that.
"A working lunch would suit me best. I couldn't imagine being able to relax knowing I wasn't being useful."
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He showed her the pages on the desk. "You'll be observing me when possible, obviously, but these are for when I can't let you come with me. Little problems from around the company to give you some idea of what goes on in a major corporation like McDuck Enterprises. There's no 'right' or 'wrong' answer to these in the sense of scoring for a test; these are real-world problems which have consequences for a poor decision. But don't worry, lass: You'll not be destroying any economies with these." He gave her a wink.
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"Still..." She said slowly, internally trying to douse flames. "I'd hate to be anything but an asset to McDuck enterprises. I've done my homework - you have your hand in so many facets of Duckburg, that by helping you, I'm helping my own home town."
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A phone on his desk rang. He grimaced.
"It never stops, I swear. One moment." He picked up the handset. "Hello?" Then a pause before he began speaking in fluent Cantonese.
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She looked away, trying to be polite, unaware that she hadn't stopped smiling for some time.
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"Never apologize for things beyond your control." She replied calmly. "I don't expect the world of business to be a smooth path. The best way to get ahead is to work with surprises, not against them."
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"It's my first time seeing something like this," she admitted, reading and double reading it carefully.
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"... Some of the language seems to be repetitive, which doesn't really inspire confidence. If it was once or twice, that'd be understandable, but more than that just says they're not wholly confident or sure about what they're pushing."
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"It's a bit of a nitpick, but... I can't stand it when people can't use the 'it's' and apostrophes correctly."
She leaned back. "Maybe I'm just being stubborn, but I can't say I'd accept it as is."
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"You seeing the repeated sections and being uncomfortable about them was a good eye, but it's the opposite of what you originally suspected. When you remove the repeated sections that are trying to sell me on the idea..."
Scrooge pulled out a thick red pen and started crossing out the repeated sections.
"...Now read it."
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"... It reads way more professional and confident." She replied. "If they'd just done away with those sections before, I probably wouldn't have hesitated before accepting it."
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"... Hm. This... seems like it'd be more of a sacrifice on our part without much gain."
Our. Oops.
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"Its a little clever, in a devious sort of way. But I imagine after reading hundreds of contracts, you start to notice these things right away."
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