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Juliet sat at the bottom of the stairs, hands under her chin. Artemis and Butler would be back from Ho Chi Minh City soon. She'd been thinking a lot in their absence. Mostly about Artemis.
And about how Mrs Fowl now wanted her sacked, but that didn't really bother her much - she knew Angeline was completely insane.
She didn't even notice Artemis until he spoke. "Problems, Juliet?"
She had a momentary flash of panic. Dare she tell him her thoughts, or...
"My own fault, Artemis. Apparently I left a gap in the curtains. Mrs Fowl couldn't sleep."
No. Not today.