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Celaena was styling her hair in the bathroom when Arobynn sent for her.
"Celaena? called a voice, warm and laughing, from outside her door. It was Ben's voice, a voice she would normally be glad to hear – not that she wasn't glad to hear it, of course – but right now she was in the middle of braiding and coiling her hair in the manner that she had admired on several court ladies. The only downside to the hairstyle was that it was awfully complicated without a servant to do it for you, and Celaena didn't think Arobynn would be pleased if she plucked one of his servants away from their duty to do her hair.
"Yes?" she shouted back, twisting her arm over her head to braid a particularly awkward spot, "What is it? I'm in the bathroom. In the bath, in fact," she added, turning on the tap and splashing the frigid water with her hands for emphasis.
The door clicked open and Ben's voice came from Celaena's bedroom, initially serious but at the same time amused.
"I know you aren't in the bath, Celaena. It'll take more than that to fool me."
Celaena sighed irritably and clipped up her half-styled hair on top of her head with a pearl-embellished silver broach. It wasn't pretty, but Celaena couldn't care less at this point. Then, leaving her other hair ornaments strewn across the bathroom floor, she strode into the bedroom and slammed the door behind her. Ben was sitting in her cream armchair with his eyes closed – wait, her cream armchair? Her new cream armchair?
"Off! Off the armchair, you insufferable moron!" she squawked, and dragged a startled Ben out of the armchair. He'd left a faintly muddy imprint on its previously impeccable furnishing. "Oh, you moron!" repeated, and crossed her arms as Ben straightened up. At least he looked a tiny bit sorry. Actually, he was grinning now; so much for that.
Celaena crossed her arms and leant against the wall. "What is it that could have you in such a hurry then? It had better be important. I don't want you ruining my new armchair over nothing."
Ben's grin faded. "Arobynn sent me to fetch you. He's just been talking with a costumer – a wealthy customer – and he wants you to come and talk with her."
Her? That was interesting. Celaena didn't see many women who needed people killed. But, despite, her curiosity about this woman, she'd only just finished her last job. It hadn't been pleasant, and the man had put up a fight. Half of Celaena's nail had come off, and the rest was turning an unpleasant blueish-black.
"Do I have to? Can't someone else do it this time?" Celaena whined.
"What, you'd rather Sam took the job?"
Celaena stood up straight and glared at Ben. He knew what she thought of Sam.
"You know that I'd hate it if Sam took my job and my payment. Don't joke about it."
Ben held up his hands in a gesture of placation but Celaena could see that he was fighting off a grin, "Sorry, Lady High Empress. Next time I see you I'll remember not to joke or smile within a 10 foot radius."
Despite her annoyance, Celaena found a smile tugging on her lips and she rolled her eyes.
"Fine, then," she said, reaching for the door handle, "you'd better take me to see this customer."