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To Good To Be True! (Scrooge x Reader)

2017 Ducktales
Scrooge x Reader
Female!Reader

Shy, I was not. However, ask anyone I worked with if I worked there and they might shrug. Smart was the word. I worked for a known criminal organization, so I stayed off people's radar. The job was not glamorous, but the pay was decent. The title of my job was Project Manager, but I was basically an over glorified inventory cleric. Though I had no clue why the CEO of a global corporation needed so many sharks. I did not ask, I just bought what I was told. I went to push the buy button on a shark sanctuary when Owlson stalked into my office.

"I need you to explain to him why you cannot buy him anymore sharks!" She crossed her arms. My hand moved away from the mouse. "Make something up for all I care."

"Who?" I started to ask when Glomgold busted in behind her.

"I will not believe they stop making sharks, Owlson! Tell me why won't you buy me more sharks!" He slammed his hands on my desk. I stared at Owlson. She made a hand motion, and I racked my brain.

"Over half your budget goes to sharks. I was thinking we should buy a shark rehabilitation center instead. It would be tax deductible and there would be a never ending supply because there would always be some in rotation." He blinked like I was speaking a foreign language. "This place would house and feed the sharks until you needed them."

"Brilliant! Why didn't I think of that?!" He headed for the door.

"That is smart. Do you have any other suggestions?" Owlson asked. Glomgold turned back to me and tilted his head.

"Mm, well, I mean, I've been playing with the idea of giving some of Mr. Flintheart's ideas to Product Design. I think you could make a decent line of prank toys or traps. It would make a good profit."

"I like you! You get a promotion. My office tomorrow morning." He walked out.

"Can he do that?" I asked Owlson.

"He just did. Have your ideas sent to me by tomorrow."

That was a week ago. Since then, Glomgold had attached to me like a leach and took everything I said into consideration. I was sitting in his office when a blond-head woman busted in.

"Glomgold! I have a plan to snatch Scrooge's gold!" She leaned on the desk. She looked over her shoulder and noticed me. "Who are you?"

"_____ and you?" She hummed and turned to Glomgold.

"Can you give us a minute?" Glomgold asked. I was already standing, but the blonde made her way to me and pushed me on the seat.

"No, we'll be needing her." She eyed me. "You look like his type."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me. We are going to have you sneak into Scrooge's company where you're close enough to give him this." She held up a vial.

"I'm not," I started, and she laughed.

"It's not poison. Well, it is, but not the," she slid a finger across her throat, "kind. Just the sleeping kind. It will put him out long enough for you to let us in and snatch his gold."

"I'm not losing the best mind that's ever worked for me," Glomgold sneered.

"She'll still work for you."

"But she'll be helping the enemy."

"It will only look like it. Then once he's out and we have what we want, she can be your little tool again." The woman rolled her eyes.

"Hey!" I protested, but neither of them cared.

"And if I want to see him dead?" Glomgold asked. I shifted in the seat, because I was not comfortable with causal mentions of murder. She narrowed her eyes.