London, England 12:00
Artemis Fowl was thinking. He was always thinking, but this time it was about an offer. She would give him gold if he gave her cash. He should do it, right? His father always said gold is power, didn't he? Artemis' thoughts were interrupted. "Well?" she said her voice as cold and sharp as a steel knife. "Oh, umm, Jane," Artemis started. Really boy umm is not even a word, he thought. "This is a rather incredible offer you are presenting me with. May I have some time to think about this? I will contact you once my decision is clear." Artemis said. He looked into her light green eyes and saw how intense they were. It was then when he realized this was not just a little British girl, she was dangerous. "Very well, I suppose you may be allowed a little time to think this over." Jane flicked an imaginary piece of lint of his shirt, "I know you, Fowl, don't underestimate me just because I am a girl. You very well know I too have a few tricks up my sleeve. Looks can be deceiving, I think you well know that I am the daughter of a British business man and a British model. Don't get caught up in my beauty, because I may not be armed, but I am dangerous." Artemis never really thought she was beautiful, but now he noticed her pale skin, light green eyes with flecks of gold through them, and long, dark brown hair. It took him a while to notice Jane had left, because her words hung in the air I may not be armed, but I am dangerous.