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The night had finally arrived.
The theater was sparking, the Broadway boom was doing excellent- filling up every last seat in his theaters. Guests dressed in their finest for his quality theater before they'd eventually end up at a bar for the night.
20 years since his success yet the scene still brought a smile to his face. Of course, that wasn't the only emotion it brought him.
“Mr. Cobbs? The balcony has been prepared just how you ordered. Security has also been alerted of the changes.” A simple usher noted.
“Right. Thank you.” He Responded.
Putting on the navy suit jacket and adjusting his golden tie,Ira made his way to the door.
Walking down his hallway of luxury and awards, the gleam almost seemed dimmer than usual. The lights were off. That's probably why. The show had started.
He approached the balcony with caution. Eyes darting down at the performance below him. Pulling out one of the two chairs, he sat.
Seconds later, there was a crystal blade to his neck.
He looked up at the woman who was holding the dagger.
“Really? I had multiple treasures out on display.You couldn't just use your blade?” he huffed.
The woman's piercing green eyes only sharpened before she removed the dagger and carefully took her seat.
“ You know, I often get invited To the theater by many men. It's not so often that he owns them...or is so calm when there's his own dagger at his throat.”
“You can relax Ms. O’Gilt. I have no intentions of courtship or anything of the kind” He laughed as he offered up a wine glass.
“ I don't know if I should be insulted or thankful that a Dame like me isn't on your radar. Or at least I shouldn't be”
Goldie finished her sentence off with a cold-icy glare. The one of which he had heard only stories of.
Ira could not help but remember him. His drunken sobbs upon his shoulders about this woman.
Ira had to hand it to that Man. He was not wrong when he had described this woman as so beautiful you would not notice if she had stabbed you in the heart.
“ You're an adventurer. A thief some may say. But you handle mystics.” He turned to her with an equally serious glare.
“Let me guess,A rich fellow like you needs someone or some curse object you need defeated or found to continue growing your empire.” She sarcastically smiled.
She laughed before pocketing the utensils and dagger and began to head for the door.
“Have you seen Mcduck recently?”
Ira smiled to himself as he heard the click of her heel come to a stop before it hurriedly came right behind him once more.
Goldie laughed “ is the old sourdough who you’re trying to compete with? Good luck with that!”
Ira couldn’t help but wonder the truth behind that statement. He knew Scrooge was the richest duck in the world now how could he not? his face plastered on every bilboard and the McDuck enterprise has holdings everywhere in the world.
But he couldn’t dwell on that after all, Goldie was just deflecting.
“I wouldn’t dare to be with him- even though I would win. He’s actually the reason I was able to contact you.” Ira stood from his chair. Watching as Goldie just stood staring , seemingly watching the costume change in the beformace below.
“You never mentioned you-at least not when he was sober. though I could be wrong, that was over 20 years ago.” Ira smiled before pulling out his checkbook.
Goldie turned to face him as he walked to the exit.
“ Golden temptress-he called you, one of the loves of his life. Though we never said that word for word…just that when he said it to me, I could tell I wasn’t the only one who captivated him.”
Goldie shot him a skewed smile, Ira couldn’t tell if she wanted to laugh or ask a question.
“ I need a favor. This theater- My legacy…it’s nowhere near as perfect as I need it to be. I need more time. And I think you’re just a person to help me find it.”
Ira couldn’t tell if it was the money or the history that intrigued her but she was walking towards him with a grin on her face and mischievous glint in her eye one that matched the golden hue of her gown.
“Alright let’s get move on it shall we.” She snatched the check from his hand,inspecting it before placing it in her bag. “ but first we are going across the street to the restaurant and it’s on your buck -Stage Maven!”
Goldie O’gilt- an enigma, a beautiful enchantress, a threat, she was exactly what Scrooge had described her.
Ira was no fool. She would get close to get even more money out of him. But he would let her after all who else would understand a heartbreak from Scrooge then the first heart he broke. The money, will be well worth every penny.