…Artemis stood unaware of his companion. Not that he would have noticed her anyways. He inhaled sharply as he quickly took in his surroundings. Eyes darting from artwork to artwork, Artemis quickly realized that this business front doubled as partial storage. Clever. Before he could inspect further, Artemis tensed.
"You must think you're a pretty bright kid," an icy voice from behind accused.
"Bright enough to understand why you wear Chanel No. 5 and Armani, quite the intern you must be." Artemis answered calmly. As irritating as this deviation from the plan was, he couldn't help but be amused.
"You noticed. I'm afraid my perfume is no match for your custom made Rolex. Did Harman do that for you?" A wry smirk crept across Helen's face as she crossed her arms and stared into Artemis' cool blue eyes.
'She knows Harman?' A trace of surprise dashing his voice, Artemis flashed his wristwatch in the light. "I'd know his work anywhere. A piece of art really." As he calculated the odds of this Helen child knowing Harman, his semi-corrupt but honorable friend at Rolex headquarters, Artemis watched Helen circle around him and inspect the artwork.
"Quite some fine pieces here. The Picasso stolen five years ago. Impressive."
Artemis had had enough. His voice chilling, he nearly whispered, "I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave."
"You'll do no such thing, although I admire your attempt. I'm afraid your Butler has been disarmed and you'll be escorted out when all is ready. That won't be necessary, Artemis." Helen motioned to the cell phone he'd just pulled out of his pocket.
Artemis transmitted his text message and quickly discarded of any vital intelligence. Then, replacing his phone in his pocket, he met Helen's triumphant gaze. "It would be my honor, Andrea. Shall I call the Bentley or the BMW?"
A fleeting expression of surprise and pleasure crossed Andrea's face as Artemis suddenly felt rather woozy. He calmly peeled of the small anesthetic patch Andrea and placed on his wrist and dropped it on the floor. Smiling ever so slightly, he quietly added, "I wondered when we'd cross paths." Graceful as an unconscious victim, Artemis dropped to the floor as Andrea…