What The Voices Say
Morbid DramaQueen10
Chapter 9, Worried in Teal
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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The dress was a bit too…cold? Itchy? Thin? It was hard to tell—Sophia was so nervous she could think in great detail, let alone about her own discomforts.
One thing she could say was that the dress was a little slutty for her tastes. She was all about comfort, cuddly sweaters, jeans, cotton tank tops, sweat jackets. It was something Sasha had bought for her, a teal with turquoise lining and cream lace edging dress. The neck was too low, showing off her cleavage, the skirt barely past her knees, and overall it was something Sophia would normally not wear. But Tara would.
This thought still did not make her any less uneasy.
She had met I.Q. requirements, of course, but meeting this genius was a tad frightening. He was so… imposing. The last girl had left weeping, inconsolable. Before she exited the room with her retrieved purse someone had asked what exactly the interviewer had done. Tearfully she had replied that Artemis Fowl scared her; asked her confusing questions.He had eyes like x-rays, as though he could see through her.
The sisters had staked out the hotel weeks previous and eventually were rewarded with the knowledge of time, date, room numbers and locations, who would be in what room, the security, and just what kinds of tea was to be served. All information important to the plot. Or so Sophie thought. "Every signal detail has an objective. We could bug the room Artemis was in to hear conversations, or drug the tea, because by knowing the brand and flavor we can decide how much and what kind of sedative would be best."
Sasha considered it a waste of eavesdropping.
There were around 50 women in the elegant lounge. The oldest looked to be just over 55, while the youngest only a few years younger than Sasha, less than 16.
Sophia shuddered.Thoughts she had been trying to repress were flying through her mind's eye. Sasha here, doing this. Sasha cold, dead, empty look in her eyes after the large Eurasian man shot her. Sasha make her living through prostitution when Sophia failed and was killed after being caught by the great Artemis Fowl II trying to scam him by romance.
"Tara Gavin?"
Sasha being kicked out of the brownstone they had spent so much time refurbishing…
"Ms. Gavin."
The Eurasian's voice with then underlying hint of concern called her back from her horror.
"Y-yes?"
The man gave her a funny look. The kind one gives people who they are considering to be mentally handicapped. Sophia began to wonder what her expression must have been.
"Master Fowl is ready to see you."
He was over 7 foot tall, nearly two meters, very buff and threatening. She could see the glint of a gun, possibly a Sig Saur under his jacket. Fowl's bodyguard. Oh, the stories about this fellow. She would not want to pick a fight with this man, or Fowl, if this was a consequence.
Sophia doubted any of these women knew who this man was or his reputation. Normal people don't usually. Tara Gavin was a fairly normal person. Butler's status was not something Tara would know. She tried her best to forget this little foreshadowing, as Tara was to be strong, confident. Something Sophia only was in her mind.
"Thank you." She stood and followed Domovoi Butler five rooms down to a big black door. He knocked twice, rapping his knuckles in a firm purposeful way. His hands were the size of pizza pans. Not something you want around your throat. One hit on the head and Sophia was betting the sheer force would break your spine. Lovely mental image right there.
"Come in." A cool, emotionless voice called out. Sophia could easily imagine that same voice calling out "Shoot her!" or some other phrase ordering to end her life. There was no mercy in that voice.
Perhaps she should have had one more go at convincing Sassy to retire before giving in so easily to this mission. She hadn't even spoken to Fowl yet and she was already regretting the submission. She needed to be more assertive. After all, she was the eldest and guardian. No use thinking of regrets now. It was time for the presentation.
Taking a deep breath Sophia stepped into the room. She was no longer Sophia Eva Aretha Iver. No, from now until she left the hotel she was Tara Alexis Gavin.
The merciless voice quietly asked her to shut the door. It didn't sound as menacing, but a gut feeling told Tara of bad news soon to arrive.
"Help me Father."
What had she gotten herself into?
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Review, please.
And don't skip chapters. I'm seeing that 4&7 are in the double digits whereas 5&6 are still at numbers like 7 and 5. Each chapter is important to the plot, so there is really no point. Honestly
MDQ