A manor. A closed door. And behind it, raised voices.

"You mean to tell me that all this time - !"

"That is exactly what I mean."

"Artemis, it's not proper! Master and servant? Have you no sense of decorum? You can't carry on in this manner - I forbid it."

"No?" This voice - Artemis - sounds almost bored. "I see. I suppose I shall have to bend to your wishes."

Footsteps. The creak of the door. A soft thud as Artemis collides with the eavesdropper outside. A pause, then -

"Oh, good. I was about to summon you," Artemis says. "Your contract is terminated."