Artemis recalled the strange events of last night’s dream. It had something to do with his window, and a girl under his bed. Sometimes you act insane in dreams, Artemis concluded. He would never do that in real life.
He was paranoid, Artemis decided, but he looked under the bed anyways
Artemis fell out of bed.
Thud. Suddenly Artemis was on the floor; eye level with me.
He looked at me- well, stared, actually- and opened and closed his mouth like a beached goldfish. Any other time I’d be laughing my, um, rear off, but I was too concerened with Artemis calling Butler.
“Why are you under my bed?” he hissed.
“So that you aren’t blasted into obliviation by extra terrestrials. Because you let me sleep here!” I hissed.
Arteimis opened his mouth, and I knew what was coming.”Bu-” I slapped my hand over his mouth.
“Don’t you dare call your bodyguard,” I said. How could I convince Artemis to let me stay, just long enough to connvince him?
“Look,” I started slowly, “I’ll pay you. However much you want, in any currency you want, even solid gold, for every night I stay here.”
I took my hand off his mouth, and the first thing he said was: “How would a street rat such as yourself aquire such money?”
“How did you end up a billionare?” I replied firmly.
Artemis nodded, slowly. “How can I trust you?”
“If I told you now… Well, look at it this way. If I was a threat, you would be dead by now.” Like when I first stepped through the window, I tried to mentally influence that choice. Minor telepathy. I have got to stop using that.
“A thousand American dollars per night.” We shook on it.
I think I’m getting good at this.