Goldie O Gilt was a lot of things, and skeptical was one of them. She had seen exactly what happened to Bradford Buzzard, but this? This was weird. This guy claimed his name was Collin, but she just couldn’t be sure stil….
“Alright, back it up. Tell me why Bradford made you again,” she sighed, sitting across from the so called clone.
Collin didn't expect to meet The Goldie O Gilt on his casual day out... But then again he always expects something unexpected to happen everyday so it doesn't count. Still it was interesting of her to just walk up to him and start chatting him up so casually, especially if she suspected him of being involved with Bradford.
At first he thought he could charm his way through the interaction. He greeted her with a smile and the same imitation southern accent he used on scrooge and his family to throw them off (although it's a little more refined this time).
"Well how'd ya' do, ma'am, I'm Collin, Collin Condor. It's a pleasure meetin' you."
He introduced himself with all the grace and manners befitting of someone as well dressed as he was (or at least as much as someone with a fake southern accent could muster) as he presented his business card to her. He even pulled the chair across from his own seat out for her to sit... He didn't think she'd take it but the offer was there.
Then she just straight up asked such a bold question unprompted, before actually taking the offered seat.
Despite actually being a clone of the old buzzard he's put himself through so much trouble changing his name, de-ageing himself, building up a new identity, new personality, new business– anything he could think of to claw his way out of that man's black-hole of a shadow and be seen as his own person. But apparently after all that, she could still see right through it all.
What she just said caused him to freeze up with that smile for a second. It took a conscious effort not to crush the coffee cup in his tightening grip.
How does one answer that?
Even with the little table between them acting as a barrier, he felt exposed. He still wasn't quite ready to drop the facade of ignorance on the subject. He kept the fained smile but added a hint of confusion with a slight cock of the head.
"I–I uh– what?" His accent cracking a bit.
"Why who 'made' me? I don't understand what you mean by that..."
