What the Voices Say

Morbid DramaQueen 10

Chapter 8, Could He Be Hoping?

I AM SO SORRY ABOUT THIS CHAPTER. I AM TRYING IMPROVEMENTS, BUT REALLY, UNLESS YOU WANT MORE OF THE PATHEDIC CHARACTER MY ARTY IS TURNING OUT TO BE, SKIP TO CHAPTER 9. IF NOT READ THIS. BUT I DO NOT RECCOMED THAT YOU DO SO. It' SAD!Forgive me for making Artemis less brilliant than usual, but it's hard for me to express genius in a character so brilliant. I'm just classified under 'gifted'. Arty is genius. Big difference. I'm not even a prodigy.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Artemis Fowl, any characters in Artemis Fowl, etc. I also do not own the Arty-newspaper-ad idea in chapter five, that is Agivega's, from the fan fiction Artemis Fowl and the Aztec incident. It's a really good plot. You should read it. But not until you at least finish this chapter.

CLAIMER: The fraction of this that is not somebody's mentioned above is MINE. Not yours, not your relative's, not anyone's but mine. Please ask before you do anything involving it (not including reading it). And wait for an answer from moi. That is all I ask. MDQ10.

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Today was not a good day. Defiantly not for Artemis.

Toady he interviewed 50 women, each for 10 minutes or less, then picked 15 or less to spend one full hour with in the coming week. After each hour long date the list would shrink down to one whom he would continue court until he found some terrible flaw in her, and then perform a "painful" break-up with. Maybe then his parents would lay off the "let-get-Arty-wed-so-we-can-have-grandchildren!" idea.

Or maybe he would "love" this girl, make her the next Mrs. Fowl, wife of the heir to the Fowl legacy, billion heiress, practically royalty. What a fairy tail.

He doubted that any of them would come up to scratch. Sure they were smart, but Irish, beautiful, and bursting of the right qualities for the "young Irish businessman"? Artemis would be lucky if even one had real natural red hair. Butler had said a few had pink hair, apparently having not followed the instructions on the box. Yeah, what a bright group, too.

The limits to get even this short interview weren't high, but to get an hour-long date with Mr. Fowl would be exhausting to the contestants. He wouldn't be very surprised if over half left the room in tears. He did, after all, plan to be intense with them. If the woman who wanted to be the future Mrs. Fowl couldn't handle Artemis's awe inspiring sheer brilliance, then she could definitely not handle his frequent and severe mood swings.

From the other things Butler said these were not women with intelligence. They most likely cheated on the test form. Cheating on an I.Q. test, Artemis recalled, was not difficult. He had taken the little quiz many times, once in a 'on-the-toilet-quiz-book' and usually found a way to easily cheat, or, if he test was being give by a person, make the test adviser weep uncontrollably, coming to the point where they would want to quit their career from the constant uncertainty of the answers to the said test.

But how could he go through with this? It wasn't going to get him any fiancé, plus it was making Artemis I and Angeline a bit agitated. They had smiled when Artemis announced his proposal but were tight-lipped and stiffly cheerful. He had to go through with it. It was the only way he could stay in peace. Staging a broken heart afterwards perhaps would convince Mother and Father to let 'Arty' take his sweet time. If things do not go right, as planned. If he doesn't find someone.

A small part of him hopes there is someone out here for him and she's in that room five doors down. That small part was praying desperately for success when Butler entered the room with Earl Gray. Always Earl Gray, it was Artemis's favorite.

"Ready, Artemis?"

They were in a hotel in Dublin. It was five-star, anonymous, perfect for the interviews. The women could see he was wealthy without viewing Fowl Manor itself. That was part of the plan. "Always stick to the plan. No time for longing for fairy tales."

"Yes Butler, bring them in."

Butler nodded, then departed for the room five doors down.

Artemis turned to he tray, poured himself a cup, then sat down in the swiveling leather armchair. He turned to face the window behind the desk. Moments later he heard a sigh. "Already?"

Then he realized it was he who had sighed.

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This is another chapter I don't like.

I'm not bothering with begging now.

Just review the damm story already.

Thank you.

Seriously, if you're still reading this and I think there is only about 5 of you left according to my last check of the stats, I need motivation to continue posting. The story's there, but I'm keeping it in a notebook, so I have to type it. That takes time, and frankly, I am busy.

The motivation to keep posting comes from you, so review!

MDQ