Though his logical side was screaming for him to leave the girl and her strange paper be, Artemis couldn't let it go.
"Do you work here?" he asked nonchalantly, thinking that Helen may let some information slip if he talked to her long enough. Checking what floor they were on, Artemis saw that he still had 29 floors to go. 'That may be long enough.' he thought to himself, turning his attention back on Helen.
"Yes...well no, not officially. I'm an...intern." she answered, stuffing her papers rather unceremoniously back into her briefcase. 'Hmm. Hesitant aren't we?' Artemis thought, wondering what exactly she was trying to hide.
"And why are you here?" asked Helen, turning the tables on Artemis.
Without missing a beat, he answered, "Just discussing a few things with a representative."
"Mmmm. Alright, Alphonse." Something about the way she said Alphonse made Artemis curious. Turning to the elevator floor pad, she then said, "I'm going to the top floor. I assume you'll be stopping before then?" Her finger hovering over the buttons.
"No, I'm afraid not." Artemis replied, thoroughly intrigued now. 'Is she trying to access the "secret" top floor too? The one that refuses to show up on my maps?' he pondered. 'That must mean she knows about the door I discovered...' A month or two before, when Artemis realized that he wouldn't get anywhere with his brilliant hacking, he succumbed to the world of good old fashioned bugs. He hired one of Butler's acquaintances to masquerade as a handy man and plant tiny cameras around the 43rd floor. Not long after, he was reviewing the feed and saw a person enter through a hidden door. How cliché. Artemis could only assume that the door led to the top floor he knew existed.
56 enhancements later, he got the code for the door, the exact location, and the measures needed to open it.
Glancing again at Helen, he couldn't help but notice her perfume. Chanel No. 5. The average intern wouldn't be splurging on such a frivolous item...hmf. Artemis took a glimpse at her nails. Freshly manicured. And come to think of it, he'd seen that suit in the Armani Exchange Women's department, when he'd been morally obligated to go with Butler. Butler had wanted to surprise Juliet with some nice clothes for her first big contract signing. The Jade Princess would need something respectable to wear. 'Interesting. Quite a polished intern.' Artemis thought to himself, smirking. Helen must've caught it, because her face showed the slightest hint of confusion, but she quickly masked it.
"Everything okay in your corner of the elevator?" she asked, ever so innocently.
'Oh yes.' he replied mentally. 'Everything is just...peachy.' Gagging on his use of the word peachy, Artemis kept his thoughts to himself and just smiled politely. They were on floor 37 now, and it was time to refocus on the mission at hand. How ever interesting Helen may be, whatever she's trying to hide, it was unimportant right now. Unwilling to give up totally on the mysterious elevator girl, Artemis stashed the information later...