What the Voices Say
This is the end of Chapter 10, but chapter 10 was so long (5 pages!) that I had to either bubble this in with chapter 11 (now 12), scrap, or break it. I know that if this ever went up for publication (never will, AF is not mine!!) this would be on of the chapters removed. But I like it so it stays. There will be more like this, skip it if you like, but it is here. I'll make up for the shortness in the next chapter, which goes a lot faster for those of you who feel it is a slow pace.
I'm being told it is Mary Sue. I just finished chapters 31, 2,3, and 4 (I'm skipping around), it gets better. Hang in there with me. It takes me maybe 2 hours to write a chapter, 30 min to edit, and another 2 to type, edit again, then post. I am trying so hard to up date more, but with school it is difficult.
Disclaimer/Claimer: Artemis Fowl and related characters are no mine, but the plot line, other characters (ie Sophia and Sasha) Are, if you want to steal anything ask first. Chances are I'll let ya.
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"Ladies, please, my employer will be with you in a moment. He is taking a very important call right now. All I ask is that you please entertain yourselves. Quietly. We have a number of items here to entertain you. Please act in an appropriate manner or we shall be forced to remove you from the premises. "
There was a lot of grumbling. And a number of glares directed toward the man who had delivered this news that he would call hostile. Homicidal, even. He was use to it.
It was not Butler's job to baby-sit a group of unhappy, juvenile woman. It was Butler's job and preference to protect Artemis. He would much rather be in London escorting his charge to the latest Andrew Lloyd Webber musical (even if he disliked musicals in general), or in South Africa waiting for a shipment of some valued Fowl Enterprises product while checking for would-be assassins creeping around the deck of the Aurum Fowl, Artemis's cruise ship he had recived on hie 18th birthday (even though that would be dull work).
But Domovio wasn't doing any of those activities. No, he was listening to a 20 year old hair-brain complain his (Butler's) employer was making the woman wait. Butler shuddered at the thought of one of these shrew females as Artemis's wife. Then they would have control over Butler as well as the Fowl .
He did not need this. First he had to get up at three to secure the perimeter, kick out some girls who had managed to sneek in, get Artemis in here while defending him from the media since apparently someone had alerted them to the location of the interviews, and listen to the young man prattle on about 'How surprised he was that so many had qualifyed considering how only a small percent of the earth's woman were red heads, let alone high IQ-ed people" .Then tell the consigiers the refreshments provided were not up to the millionaire's standereds, now he was filling in for the absent security officer. He now had to wonder if there had never been an officer, that Artemis had maybe never said it would be he, Butler, who would be in charge of the girls, knowing Butler would draw the line there.
It wouldn't surprise him. The only thing that had surprised him was just how interested Artemis was in the girl that was still in the room five doors down. What she had done to interest Master Fowl was lost on him.
Just as he was about to call Artemis again a red head came up to him. This was of little amazement; the room was full of them. She was familier, perhaps the last girl his escourted, the one named...Gavin. Before she could speak he cut her off saying
"Look, ma'am, he is still on call. I'm sorry, he'll be done-"
"Oh," She said, in French (which, luckily Butler could speak fairly well, though no where near as good as his employer). "No. It's not about that. Artemis told me to tell you to dismiss the others, he found one. But the phone hasn't been working, and he says he's too busy to fix it."
With that she left. Butler stared after the redhead in the teal dress, picking up details. Not very many, but information was important to gather. The smallest thing could solve the biggest crime, something the bodyguard knew from past experince.
Then his phone rang. He flipped it open and answered with out even looking at the caller ID. Only one person knew this particular number. "Yes, Artemis?"
"Dismiss the rest." His employer barked into the phone without greeting. He was agitated. The last one must have been really bad.
"Didn't you sent the last girl down here saying the same thing?"
"What?! What did she look l-" Then caught himself in a stupid question. Butler picked it up for him.
"She was the Gavin girl, the one who spoke French…very good French, like a Parisian! though to my knowlage no one here could."
"Wha- I--Ah…right. Well. Carry on, Butler." And he hung up.
Butler looked down at the mobile in confusion. Before he had just been a little concerened. Now with Artemis fumbling words he was a little nervous. Who was that girlNobody, save Holly Short, could scarethe young man.
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The young millionaire was massageing his temple, then chuckled.She was playing games. Laughing at him, proving she knew a bit of his game. And her French! He was sure she could pass as a native, even if he hadn't heard it. Next time he spoke to her he'd be sure to switch langauges frequently, to test her. That was one question he'd forgotten to ask. He'd forgotten many, she had lead the conversation away so much…
Minerva never would have done tricks like this. She was too old, looking down upon childish things like this, though she often did herself to impress people.
This would be fun, Artemis decided. It's only for a short time, I can enjoy it. Throwing off the suites for a little while would be…an interesting experiment.
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I didn't like this chapter either. Couldn't decide how to end it. And it's short. But Butler had to meet her at some point.
Review, please!
-MDQ