[My magic-seeing guy says you've got magic and he wants to know what kind. Are you saying you didn't know about it?]
[Magic-seeing-guy says it's a very inward power. It might be the kind of thing you wouldn't notice outside of special circumstances, like mine,] Bella concedes. [Most people have a power that really suits them, does that give you a guess?]
[Well,] he says, [there's this thing I do with my dreams... I don't know, I've never tried to explain it to anybody. And I never thought it was magic, just weird. But it's the only thing I can think of that fits the bill.]
[Um, okay,] he says. [I have a world in my head and I go there when I sleep. It has people in it, but you wouldn't wanna meet 'em.]
[...Considering that you got my little classified ad, I have a guess...]
[I wonder if you'll wake up in a pile of coins every morning if I wind up making you a mint.]
[Something like that. It'd certainly be efficient.]
[Yeah,] he says. [That's actually why I wanted to sleep on it; I wanted to see what they think.]
[...Huh. And were you able to tell them what you wanted them to think about?]
[They know everything that happens to me,] he explains. [They've been talking about it since the interview. And they said I should take the job.]
[Ah. So maybe you couldn't tell them but it didn't matter. They persist in some form when you're awake, I take it?]
[Yeah. We can't talk when I'm awake, but they're still there and they can tell what I'm thinking.]
[That would spook the hell out of me,] comments Bella. [I guess you're used to it, and I'm the one who is suited to a mental defense power that has existed since before I knew there was anything to defend against.]
[I wouldn't invite just anybody to walk around in my head. But these guys are part of me,] he says.
[Huh. Well, Libby has summarily rejected everyone she had still to interview, so it's down to you and one other person. I'm considering just hiring you both so I don't have to do this again if one of you walks into the magic interdimensional portal and doesn't come out. Or if one of you quits, for the more mundane possibility.]
[It's a "you're probably hired". Do your little friends do anything but sit around in your brain spying on your thoughts? Because I am not sure if Libby knew about those when she forwarded you up.]