Sometimes the confrontations with Magica escalated into a full-blown brawl. An endless fire drove the witch on as she pounced on the equally hot-blooded billionaire to get his dime. Suddenly Scrooge began to stagger. With a startled scream, Magica was pulled to the floor with him as Scrooge, in blind haste, grabbed hold of the first thing he could grab, her dress.

Breathing heavily, they looked at each other and time seemed to stand still. Scrooge felt a lump in his throat and swallowed hard. She was suddenly so close to him, he could feel the warmth of her heated body. He wondered why Magica didn't move and smacked him for the rough landing. But she remained very still, her hands on his knees, looking deep into his eyes. He could see her cheeks turn red and was sure he was no different.

He had been attracted to her for years but had always managed to suppress these dangerous feelings. But now that he saw her in front of him... Without being able to do anything about it, he felt his body moving in her direction. Their lips were only a few millimetres apart and yet Magica did not retreat, on the contrary. She also moved barely noticeably in his direction.

Suddenly his phone rang and they both came to their senses. Embarrassed, they moved apart.
They could barely look each other in the eye. Magica grabbed her broom. "I don't want to fight you any longer today..." she declared without looking at him and swung out of the window. But before she flew away she turned to him one last time and the intensity of her gaze made Scrooge's knees buckle. "I'll be back." With that promise, she disappeared into the sky.

Scrooge looked after her for a long time and listened to the loud beating of his heart. He had the certain feeling that something had changed between them. He could hardly wait to see her again. Smiling contentedly, he went back to his work.