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Chapter 1 "A Favor"
Posted on Wednesday, 26 February 2003
Sometimes I wonder if men and women really suit each other. Perhaps they should live next door and just visit now and then. ~Katherine Hepburn
"Richard, I don't know about this."
"Elizabeth, it'll be fine. Besides we're here now and you can't back out."
She followed him up the sweeping path to the grand, but elegant entrance way. "It sounded fine when we talked about this in the office, but now I think it's a mistake."
"After this you probably won't see my family again anyway, so it'll be alright."
She looked straight at him. "You know I hate lying."
"I know, but I couldn't bring Charlotte. Not yet." He placed his hand on the small of her back, making sure she would not bolt. "Besides, it's not really lying. Just. . .omitting some details."
Elizabeth was about to disagree, but Richard rang the doorbell and in no time the door was opened.
"Richard!"
"Georgiana!" He embraced his cousin. "Are you getting taller?"
She swatted him on the shoulder. "I can't be a little girl forever." She glanced at the woman in the doorway.
"Oh! Where are my manners." He pulled Elizabeth indoors. "This is Elizabeth Bennet." He turned to Georgiana. "This is my cousin, Georgiana Darcy."
Georgiana shook hands with Elizabeth. "It's nice meeting you."
"Nice meeting you too."
Georgiana waited for Richard to say something else about Elizabeth, but instead he said, "Is everyone here?"
"Yes. You two are the last. They're all in the sitting room."
They followed Georgiana down a long hallway and when they got to the end, there was a room with vaulted ceilings and bay windows overlooking a private garden.
"Richard! I thought you'd never get here."
Elizabeth watched the lady with the same sandy blonde coloring as Richard embrace him. It was a moment before she let him go. "It's been so long since I've seen you."
He rubbed the back of his neck. "Well, work-"
His mother waved her hand. "You can't use that as an excuse anymore since your cousin is back in town."
"William's back?"
"Yes. I'm back."
Everyone turned to see the source of the voice that came from behind Richard's mother.
"When did you get back in town?"
"I just got back yesterday."
"Why didn't you call? I-"
His mother cleared her throat and gave him a pointed look.
"Oh. Excuse me." He turned to Elizabeth. "Elizabeth, this is my mother, Amelia Fitzwilliam."
She shook Elizabeth's hand. "Please, call me Emily."
"And this is my cousin, William Darcy."
She shook hands with him. "Elizabeth Bennet."
Mrs. Fitzwilliam looked at Elizabeth for a moment. "Have we met before? Your name sounds familiar."
"Oh. . . I don't think we've met."
Both ladies looked at Richard.
He cleared his throat. "Bennet is a common name. Uh. . . When's dinner?"
Mrs. Fitzwilliam wore a bewildered expression. "In ten minutes."
"Excellent." He took Elizabeth by the elbow. "Why don't we get drinks?"
He guided Elizabeth away before his mother could ask anymore questions. While they walked to the bar, Richard greeted other guests and introduced Elizabeth to them as well.
When they reached the mini-bar, he asked, "What would you like?"
"Just a soda. I need to be alert this evening."
He chuckled. "That's a good idea." He poured a Coke for both of them, but added some rum to his.
She raised an eyebrow at him.
"I'm going to need something a little stronger."
They settled on a spot just a few feet away from the rest of the party.
Richard said, "That was close."
"What do you mean?"
"I forgot that you've answered some of her calls."
Elizabeth thought for a minute. Then she said, "That's right, but do you think she'd remember?"
"I wouldn't put it passed it her."
Elizabeth decided to be careful with what she said to his mother. In an attempt to lighten the moment, she said, "So, that tall guy is your cousin and the girl we met at the door is his. . ."
"His sister." He sipped his drink. "William and Georgiana. We're all pretty close."
"He said he just got back yesterday."
"He's been away on business for three months." He cocked his head to the side. "I suppose that's why you haven't met him yet. He's usually around the office a lot, but you got hired when he left for Europe."
"Oh." She saw an older woman watching them. "Who's that lady who keeps staring at us?"
"That's Aunt Catherine. She's my dad's sister. She's got a daughter, but she's away at school right now."
"Graduate school?"
"Yes. In Creative Writing."
"Oh. Has she published anything?"
"She's an editor for her independent magazine."
"Which is. . . "
"I think it's called 'Bits of Ivory'."
"Oh. I'd like to meet her some time." She sipped her drink. "But, why does her mother keep staring at us?"
"She always stares at new people."
"Great."
"Don't worry about it. Once she knows you're not after William, she won't care who you are."
"But, I'm here with you."
"That's never stopped them before."
"Are you serious?" Elizabeth looked around the room for him. When she spotted him, she studied his profile. He was talking to, if she remembered correctly, Richard's father. The first thing that struck her was his height. He looked like the tallest man there. His dark coloring was the opposite of Richard's.
He chuckled. He said, "One time my mom invited a woman over for one of our family gatherings, whom my mom had intended for me, but she never left William's side."
Elizabeth looked at him again. Aside from his height and his wavy dark hair, she did not notice anything extraordinary about him. However, just then, he looked at her, making her reconsider her opinion.
She looked away and turned to Richard. "And you said he's supposed to be working at the office?"
"Well, he works in the same building. He works upstairs."
She had only been working for Richard for three months, but she already knew that upstairs is where the executives worked. She found some comfort in the fact that since she rarely ventured upstairs, she would be saved from the embarrassment of seeing him again.
She sipped her drink before she said, "You owe me big."
His mother approached them, so he put on his best smile. "I know."
The first course was eaten in silence. Everyone was concentrating on not burning themselves on the soup. However, with each new course, everyone relaxed, perhaps due to the large consumption of wine with each entree. By the time the main course was served, several conversations were held at the table. However, there was one that stopped them all.
"So, how did you and Richard meet?"
Richard's mother, Emily, gave her sister-in-law a look of disapproval. "Catherine, this is hardly the place."
"I'm sure I'm only voicing what everyone is thinking. Besides it's a harmless question, unless their meeting was clandestine of course."
"Catherine!"
"It's alright, Mom." Richard shifted in his seat. "I suppose everyone is curious about us." He looked at Elizabeth who gave him an unsure smile. He continued, "We met at. . ."
"A museum."
Richard gave Elizabeth a thoughtful look. Then he said, "That's right. A museum."
Emily forgot her inhibitions. "Both of you were alone?"
"No." They said at the same time.
But, it was Richard who continued, "I was actually with someone."
His mother gave him a look of disapproval. "Oh, Richard."
"I was with. . . Charles Bingley." He looked at Elizabeth for help.
"And I was with . . . my sister."
Emily said, "I'm sorry. It's just that Richard. . . has a reputation."
"Mother."
She held up her hand. "It's true." Emily looked at Elizabeth for a moment before she said, "But, I'm glad that he's finally met someone."
"Emily."
She looked up at her husband. "What? Can't I express how happy I am to see my son with someone nice?"
"Emily-"
She turned to Elizabeth. "How long have you two known each other?"
"Uh. . ."
Richard said, "A few months now."
Emily's eyebrows shot up. "A few months?" Really?"
Elizabeth and Richard shifted in their seats again.
"I can't remember the last time Richard was seeing anyone for a few months."
"Well, we weren't seeing each other the whole time."
Emily blinked several times. "What were you doing then?"
Elizabeth shifted in her seat and Richard felt the back of his neck burn.
Richard's father cleared his throat. "So, William, how was your trip?"
He looked around the table. "Oh. . . it was very good. Productive."
Mr. Fitzwilliam laughed. "Productive? Didn't you take in any of the sights?"
William shifted in his seat, but he saw Elizabeth lower her head. Was she hiding a smile? "Uh. . . no. I didn't have time."
"That's too bad. I hear Rome has some of the most beautiful sights to be taken in."
This time Richard covered his mouth. William's brow was wrinkled. "I wouldn't know."
Elizabeth looked at William. "You mean you were in Rome and you didn't see the Coliseum or the Parthenon?"
He sat up in his chair. "Not this time."
"So, you've seen them before?"
"Yes." She gave him an expectant look. "Uh. . . They're all lovely." Did I just say lovely?
"I'm sure they are."
When William no longer added to the conversation, it shifted to other places worth visiting in Rome. He did not contribute to the conversation because he was intrigued by what Elizabeth had to say. Apparently, she had never been to Rome or any other part of Europe, but she talked about places in Europe with enough authority to suggest that she had done some extensive reading or research about it. He looked at Richard.
Elizabeth was not the usual type that Richard brought home.
He was again drawn to the conversation, but this time it shifted to music. Aunt Catherine had asked Georgiana how her studies at school were going and she responded with a, "Very well." And looked back down at her plate. She had just started college and although she seemed to be doing fine, he knew that something was not quite right. He was about to change the subject when Elizabeth asked Georgiana about what type of music she was studying.
It was hard to watch her struggle with a simple answer. He almost answered for her, but saw the genuine look of interest on Elizabeth's face. Before he knew it, Georgiana was talking about the classes she was taking and which classes she did not like.
Who was this woman? This woman who talked about going to see the Eiffel Tower as if it were some religious exodus and who could find out details about his sister's life he was not even aware of.
He picked up his wine glass. Whoever she was, he wondered if Richard realized what exactly he had.
When dessert was finished, everyone went back into the sitting room for coffee and tea. Although Emily had not asked anymore questions regarding the nature of Richard's and Elizabeth's relationship, the latter were still on their guard.
Richard pulled Elizabeth aside on the pretense of getting a cup of tea. He waited for her to take a sip before he asked, "How are you holding up?"
"Alright." Elizabeth cleared her throat. "Your mother doesn't hold back."
"Oh, that was nothing."
She looked at Richard. "Nothing? I'd hate to see it when she's on a roll."
"The evening is still early."
Elizabeth let out a soft groan.
"Just don't show any signs of fear. She'll show no mercy when she can smell it."
"Your mom doesn't strike me as the take no prisoners kind of lady."
"Don't underestimate her."
Elizabeth was about to say how she could handle Emily, when the very woman approached them. She did not waste any time.
"Richard, your father and William are talking business."
"Oh." He stood there for a minute, but when his mother gave him a pointed look, he cleared his throat. "I'll go see if they need me."
When he was gone, Emily looked at Elizabeth. "What are your intentions towards my son?"
Straight to the point. Elizabeth raised an eyebrow. "I should be asking that about Richard."
"So, you are aware of his reputation."
"Yes."
Emily studied Elizabeth for a moment. Then she said, "You're not like the other women Richard has brought home."
"I should hope not."
When Emily saw the amusement well up in Elizabeth's eyes, she said, "No indeed." She gave her a warm smile. "I hope for Richard's sake he doesn't screw things up."
Elizabeth laughed. "I wouldn't worry about it."
"What do you think your mother and Elizabeth are talking about?"
Richard shrugged. "I don't know. I was shooed away before I was allowed to hear any of it."
William watched his sister cross the room to join Emily and Elizabeth. "It seems she passed with flying colors."
Richard looked in the same direction as William. "I suppose you're right. She wouldn't let just anyone near Georgiana."
Mr. Fitzwilliam chuckled. He said, "Well, she isn't just anyone, right Richard?"
It was a moment before he said, "No, she's not."
Without warning, a cake was brought out by Aunt Catherine and everyone joined in a Birthday serenade for Emily.
"I told you I didn't want a cake!"
Mr. Fitzwilliam laughed. "It's only once a year."
Catherine placed the cake down on the coffee table. "You know you love all the attention."
Emily took a deep breath, bent down, and blew all the candles out with as much grace a lady can when her family has put two and a half boxes of birthday candles on her cake. When she caught her breath, she said, "They do have those number candles now."
Richard said, "But, where's the fun in that?"
Emily threw her son a reproachful look. She said, "I suppose I'm here for your amusement."
He walked over to her, bent down, and kissed her cheek. "I wouldn't have it any other way."
Georgiana walked over to cut the cake and Elizabeth helped serve it.
Emily stood up and pulled Richard aside. She said, "Elizabeth is charming."
Richard was not sure what to say. He could not remember the last time his mother complimented anyone he brought home. "Uh. . . yes, she is."
In a low voice, she said, "She'd make a perfect wife."
Richard braced himself before he met his mother's knowing expression, but she was not looking at him. He followed his mother's gaze.
At that moment, Elizabeth was serving William a slice of cake.
"Mom?"
Emily watched Elizabeth serve cake to other guests. She saw how William's eyes followed Elizabeth around the room.
"Mom?" He said, "Elizabeth did come with me to this party."
"I know."
"Then. . ." Richard glanced over at Elizabeth who was talking to Georgiana with William standing a short distance away.
Emily hesitated before she said, "I like Elizabeth."
"I'm glad to hear that."
She put her hand on his arm. "How serious are things between you two?"
"Mom, I don't really want to discuss that."
"I'm just concerned. That's all. She seems like a nice girl."
Richard studied his mother's expression for a moment. Deciding that she was genuinely concerned, he said, "You have nothing to worry about. We get along fine."
Her features softened. "She'd be good for you."
He put his hand over his mother's hand. "You have no idea."
Elizabeth looked at Richard who was talking with his mother. She was pretty sure about the topic of their conversation and could not help feeling nervous. Even though she and Richard did not have an intimate relationship, she liked Emily and could not help hoping she approved of her.
"Elizabeth?"
She looked at Georgiana. "I'm sorry. What did you say?"
"It was probably too personal of me to ask."
"Probably not." She gave her a look of encouragement.
"I was just wondering. . . are you and Richard-"
William cleared his throat.
Georgiana said, "Never mind."
Elizabeth looked at William then at Georgiana. "It's alright." She shot a look at William. "Richard and I. . . we have an understanding."
"Oh."
All three were quiet, unsure of what to say next.
Then Elizabeth felt something moving in her pocket. "Uh. . ." She fumbled around before she was able to pull out her cell phone. When she had it out, she checked it before she answered it. "It's Jane." Elizabeth looked at Georgiana and William. "Will you two excuse me for a moment?"
Georgiana nodded and said, "Of course."
When Richard saw Elizabeth leave the room, he approached William and Georgiana. "Did you say something to scare her off?"
Georgiana smiled. She said, "No. She had a phone call from someone named Jane."
"Ah." He snuck a glance at William, but looked at Georgiana when he said, "So, what do you think of her?"
"She's different."
"I'll take that as a compliment."
Georgiana tagged Richard on the arm. "Of course that's a compliment!" She hesitated before she continued, "Are we going to see more of her?"
"It depends."
"Depends?"
"It depends on whether or not she'd like to be seen."
Georgiana's brow wrinkled. "I hate it when you do that."
Richard chuckled. Then he looked at William. "Why haven't I heard your opinion on the matter yet?"
William's hands reached deeper into his pockets. "I don't think it's really any of my business."
Georgiana said, "If things turn out a certain way," She shot a sharp look at Richard before turning back to her brother, "She could become related to us."
William's eyebrows shot up. "You'd like that?"
She said, "I think it would be nice. Anne's away most of the time. And I do love Aunt Emily, but. . . it would be nice to have another female relative who I can relate to."
Richard hid his amusement. "I think that sounds more like William's responsibility than mine."
They both gave him expectant looks. William cleared his throat. "I think it's time for us to go." He turned to Georgiana. "I'll get our coats."
They watched William make a hasty exit.
Richard chuckled and said, "That's always a sure way to get William to leave the room."
Georgiana shook her head. "It's true what he said at dinner. He didn't meet anyone on his trip."
Richard looked at her, concern was on her face. "I'm sure he'll meet someone eventually."
"I suppose." She said, "But, he has to want to."
"What makes you think he doesn't?"
"I don't think he doesn't want to. He just always has an excuse not to look."
Richard nodded in agreement. "True." Then he said, "What if he didn't have an excuse?"
Georgiana turned to face Richard. "What do you mean?"
"I'm just saying, what if he. . . didn't have to look."
"Richard, you know how he feels about being set up."
"I know. I didn't mean setting up. Just. . . giving him an option."
Georgiana raised an eyebrow. "Whom did you have in mind?"
"No one in particular." He said a bit too fast. Then he said, "It's just an idea."
She studied her cousin for a moment before she said, "Well, if you think of someone let me know. I'd be more than happy to. . . help."
He chuckled. "Of course." Then Richard eased into another conversation about the particular details of how Georgiana was doing in school. She knew he was changing the topic on purpose, but she allowed it. Even though she was curious about what Richard had in mind, she did not want to push things. She was glad enough that someone else had finally started to care that William was alone.
Meanwhile, William had gone to the closet to search for their coats. He did not want to trouble the housekeeper, so he decided to look for it on his own. What he did not realize was that the housekeeper had some kind of sorting system that he was having trouble figuring out.
His search was interrupted by a voice coming from outside the closet. William stepped out of it and saw that the front door was open ajar. He went to close it, but realized the voice was coming from the front porch.
"Don't worry about calling when you did."
There was a pause.
"No. Actually, I was talking to Richard's cousin, Georgiana. She's very sweet. . . She does have a brother. . . Nothing. . . I'm serious. He just stood there."
William knew he should not be listening, but stayed at the door anyway.
"Apparently he works upstairs. I had no idea."
Why should she care where I work? And what does she mean by upstairs?
"No, Jane. He's definitely not my type."
Why not? Wait, she's supposed to be seeing Richard.
"Because. . .No. In fact, he's attractive."
She thinks I'm attractive.
"I just. . . I can't explain it. He's seems to be the opposite of Richard. I know, it's probably a good thing."
Wait, does she actually think she could see Richard and then me?!
"Jane, there's no way I'd consider going out with him anyway. Not just because he's Richard's cousin, but he works upstairs too."
What is she talking about?
"No. . . No. I like Richard, but I think this crosses the line of our relationship." She let out a deep sigh. "No, his family is wonderful. I'll just be glad when this all over. I hate lying."
"Mr. Darcy, may I help you?"
William almost jumped from his spot. "Uh. . ." He walked away from the door and toward the closet. "I. . . uh. . . was looking for our coats."
The housekeeper followed him into the closet. "Here they are." She plucked them from the front of the closet.
"How did. . ."
"I arranged them according to when the guests would leave."
"You knew that we'd be the first to go?"
In a matter of fact tone, she said, "Yes. It's always been that way." She pointed towards the end of closet. "The DeBourghs things are over there."
He chuckled. He said, "Thank you." He walked out of the closet, but he met Elizabeth in the foyer.
"Is everyone leaving?"
William slung the coats over his arm. "No. My sister and I are the only ones leaving so far."
"Oh."
"Don't worry. I'm sure it'll all be over soon."
Elizabeth hesitated before she said, "I hope I haven't given the impression that I didn't enjoy the evening."
"No. You gave quite a convincing performance."
Elizabeth was about to question him, but Richard and Georgiana met them both in the hall. Richard said, "Hannah, will you get our things too." He looked at Elizabeth. "I hope Jane is alright."
"Yes. She called to let me know she was going to be out late again."
"Oh."
"We're leaving?"
"Yes. I have an important phone call to make."
"You could use my-" When she saw the pointed look he gave her, she said, "Oh. Right. Important." She put her phone away.
Richard's parents came to see them off. Emily said good bye to Richard, William, and Georgiana. When she turned to Elizabeth, she said, "I hope I see you again."
"Thank you." Elizabeth smiled and said, "It was nice meeting you."
When they finished saying their good byes, all four walked out together.
It was quiet for a moment before Richard said, "So, what are your plans tomorrow, William?"
"I have to finish unpacking and in the evening, I'm supposed to go out with Charles."
"You don't sound too thrilled about it."
"Well, he wants me to meet this woman-"
"He's setting you up?"
He shook his head, quite vigorously. "No. He wants me to meet this woman he's been seeing for a few months now."
"Oh." Then Richard came to a realization. "Oh!" He snuck a glance at Elizabeth. "What do you know about her?"
"Not much. But, I'm sure Charles will be more than happy to fill me in tomorrow."
They reached Richard's car first. "Well, I'm sure it'll be fine."
William shrugged. "It's not like this is the first time he was anxious for me to meet some woman he was seeing."
"I'm sure this one's different."
"He always says that."
"Yes, but I'm sure he means it this time." He turned to Elizabeth. "We better get going."
Elizabeth looked at Georgiana. "I had a lovely time."
"I hope we see you more often."
She said, "Thank you. Good night." Elizabeth looked at William.
They stood there for a moment before Elizabeth said, "Good night."
"Good night."
Richard opened the door for Elizabeth. She got in and he shut the door. He turned to his cousins, "I'll call you tomorrow." Then he got in his car.
Georgiana waved at the car when it pulled away. She said, "So, what do you think of Elizabeth?"
They walked towards their car. He shrugged.
"C'mon, William. You can tell me."
It was a minute before he said, "I don't think she's Richard's type."
"No. She's not like the other women." She studied her brother's profile against the dark evening sky. "Whose type would you say she is?"
William opened the passenger side door and Georgiana got in. Before he shut the door, he said, "Certainly not mine."
Chapter 2 "Even Better"
Posted on Wednesday, 5 March 2003
Personally, I think if a woman hasn't met the right man by the time she's 24, she may be lucky. ~ Deborah Kerr
"Tell me again why you're going on this date."
"It's not like I have a choice."
"Of course you do. Just say no."
Elizabeth shook her head. "Jane, I don't have loads of admirers like you do. And mom is very aware of that."
Jane followed Elizabeth to her bedroom. She said, "Contrary to what you and mom think, I don't have loads of admirers."
"Sorry. An admirer." She gave her sister a mischievous smile.
Jane ignored the remark. "But, this is a blind date. You hate blind dates and the fact that you've agreed to go on one that mom has set you up on is unbelievable."
"If I don't do this, mom won't leave me alone."
"Since when has that ever bothered you?"
"Since she's been calling me at home and at work. She's also leaving messages on my cell phone."
Jane let out a resigned sigh. "Is he at least a nice guy?"
Elizabeth slipped on her coat. "According to mom he is, but that could mean anything."
"Do you want me to call you, pretending to be an emergency?"
"Yes." Elizabeth shook her head. "No. Knowing mom, she'll insist on another date."
"So, you're going to brave through the whole thing?"
"Well, we're only having dinner, so it might not be too bad."
Jane followed Elizabeth to the living room. She said, "I wish you could stay and have dinner here."
"I do too, but I have to do this."
"But, Charles is bringing his best friend, Will."
Elizabeth searched her purse for her keys. "I'm sure you'll be fine." When she found them, she gave her sister a reassuring smile. "You always are."
"I suppose." She hugged her sister. "Come home as soon as you can. If his friend is anything like Caroline, I'm going to need the rescuing."
Elizabeth laughed. She said, "I'll keep that in mind." She looked down at her watch. "I should get going. The sooner I leave, the sooner I can come back."
Jane chuckled. She said, "Alright. Try to have a good time."
Elizabeth walked out the door. "Yeah, right."
Jane shut the door and then walked to the kitchen. Everything was prepared except for the main dish which was still in the oven. She was about to spread icing on the cake when the phone rang.
"Hello."
"Jane, did Elizabeth leave yet?"
"Yes, mom. She just left a few minutes ago."
"Oh good. I thought I'd have to remind her."
"It was hard for her to forget."
"And what are you up to this evening?"
"I'm making dinner for Charles and his friend." Jane bit her lower lip when she let the last part slip out.
"A friend?"
"Yes."
"Should I send Mary or Kitty over to help you?"
"No, mother. Everything's already taken care of."
"It sounds like you need a fourth person."
"Well, Elizabeth would've been the fourth, but she had to go on the blind date."
"That's right. Well, I don't think Kitty or Mary is busy tonight."
"Mother, Charles' friend is way too old for either of them."
"Nonsense."
Jane shook her head. "You can't expect a man like William to date Mary, who's in college, or Kitty, who's a high school senior."
"How old is Charles' friend then?"
"He's a few years older than Elizabeth."
"Hmm . . . We'll see how this blind date goes tonight and if it doesn't work out, we'll try to fix something with Charles' friend."
"Mother, you can't go around fixing people up like-" Jane heard a knock at the front door. "I have to go. I think Charles is here."
"Alright. Don't keep them waiting any longer. And have Elizabeth call me when she gets home."
"Alright."
"And find out more about Charles' friend."
"Mother."
"Don't keep them waiting, Jane." Then she went on for a few more minutes about how men don't like to be kept waiting before she finally said, "Goodbye."
Jane clicked off the phone and went to answer the door. "Charles! Sorry to keep you waiting. I was talking to my mom on the phone."
He kissed her on the cheek. "We weren't waiting long."
Jane smiled at the tall stranger.
"Oh. Jane, this is my best friend, William Darcy."
They shook hands.
William said, "I've heard so much about you." He handed her a bouquet of daisies.
"Thank you. I hope all good things."
"Of course."
"Please, both of you, come inside." She shut the door once they were all in the apartment. "I just need to check on the chicken. Have a seat."
Charles followed her halfway to the kitchen. "Is there anything I can do to help?"
Jane's voice traveled from the kitchen. "Uh. . . I don't think so."
"I better check." Charles looked over at William. "Just in case."
"Alright." Charles disappeared into the kitchen and William remained in the living area. He could hear part of Charles' conversation with Jane.
"Mmm. What's that smell?"
"It's the chicken baking."
"Ah." He inhaled and said, "Smells delicious." There was noise from plates and silverware being moved around before, Charles said, "Where's Elizabeth?"
William did not hear what Jane said, but Charles was loud enough to hear. "A date?"
"Charles."
"Sorry. I thought- A date?"
Jane laughed. She said, "Yes. I was here when she left."
William walked further away from the door. A picture on a wall that had a bunch of kids in it captured his attention.
"William, would you like something to drink?"
He turned around. "Sure. Whatever you have is fine."
Jane said, "I see you've met my kids."
"Your kids?" He blinked several times.
Charles joined them and handed him a wine glass. "Didn't I tell you? Jane works at a daycare."
"Oh." His features relaxed.
"Sorry. I like to see people's reactions when I tell them I have fifteen children."
"I'm sure you get all kinds of reactions."
"Yes, but I think my favorite one is when they're speechless."
He smiled and then said, "How long have you been working at this daycare?"
Jane walked towards the couch and they followed her. "A few years now. Since I finished my degree."
"And your degree is in. . ."
"Early childhood psychology."
"Oh." William let the information sink in. He could not remember the last time Charles went out with someone who had a degree.
Jane shifted in her seat. She wanted William to like her. Charles had spoken highly of him. "Uh. . . Charles told me that you've returned from a business trip."
"Yes. I was in Europe the last three months."
"Were you able to take in any of the sights?"
William hesitated for a moment. He felt a sense of deja vu overcome him.
Charles said, "William?"
"Huh? Sorry. It's just that someone asked me that yesterday."
Jane and Charles waited for him to explain.
"I told that person that I didn't have time to take in any of the sights and," He looked at both of them for a moment. "Her expression. It was like I had said the saddest thing she'd ever heard."
"Sounds like your sister."
Jane laughed and then looked at William. "My sister would like to go to Europe some day."
William nodded in acknowledgment and then looked around the room.
"Oh, she's on a date tonight." Then she said, "Why don't we go sit at the table. Dinner should be ready soon."
They all stood up and walked to the dinner table. When the gentlemen sat, Jane walked to the kitchen to bring out the salad.
Charles leaned over to William. "So, what do you think?"
"She's not like anyone you've ever gone out with before."
Charles looked at him for a moment. "I'll take that as a compliment."
"Has Caroline met her yet?"
"Yes."
William waited for an answer.
Charles said, "Since when have I ever followed dating tips from Caroline."
"True."
Jane came out with the salad and served them. They were quiet at first, eating their salads. William snuck glances at his best friend and his new girlfriend. Girlfriend. The word made him shift in his seat. He half listened to Charles, talking about a get together at his house next weekend. No doubt Jane would be there and of course Caroline.
"Is something wrong, William?"
"Huh?"
"Your salad alright?"
"Yes. It's good. Very good, Jane." He picked at it and said, "Charles, who's going to be at your house next weekend?"
"The usual. Caroline, Louisa, her husband, and. . ." He looked at Jane.
She picked at her salad. "I still have to ask my sister if she'll come with me."
"Would there be any reason why she wouldn't?"
"I don't think so. The only thing I can think of is work-"
"And I'll make sure she doesn't have that reason."
Jane laughed.
William looked at Charles for a moment. Does he work with her sister? Before he could ask directly, Jane spoke.
She said, "What do you have planned for next weekend?"
"Right now, she, I mean, we're doing some remodeling to the house. In a couple of weeks, Caroline wants to have a party." He looked at Jane. "I'd like it if you'd come over for the weekend to take a look before everyone else does-oh, with your sister of course."
Jane looked down at her salad. "We'll see." A timer went off. "I'll be right back."
When Jane was out of hearing distance, William said, "You don't think you're moving fast?"
"Fast? Because I want her to see my house?"
"Well, she probably thinks there are some. . . obligations she has to fill in order to stay at your house."
"Obligations?" Charles eyebrows shot up. "Wait. You mean-but that's not what I meant. No. I-"
"Maybe you should make that clearer."
Charles looked down at his plate and picked at his salad.
Jane returned. "The chicken has a few more minutes." She picked up the wine bottle. "Would anyone like more wine?"
William shook his head. "No thanks."
"I'm good." Charles continued to pick at his salad.
Jane saw Charles' preoccupation.
William cleared his throat. "What kind of remodeling is being done to the house?"
Charles looked up from his plate. "Uh. . . I think it's mostly in the living room and some of the bedrooms." He thought for a moment. "I think the foyer too, or was it the den?"
Jane opened her mouth, but closed it.
William voiced what she wanted to say. "How could you not know what's being done to your own house?"
Charles chuckled. He said, "Caroline is in charge of it all."
Jane said, "You're not helping her with the details?"
"Well, it's not that I won't help her. . ." Charles struggled with his words. "It's just that. . . she-"
"Caroline is very particular about this kind of things."
Jane looked at William and then at Charles. Each man's eyes were fixed on his plate. She said, "Oh. I see." Jane tried to stifle her amusement, but was unsuccessful. Soon, she was joined by William and Charles with their own laughter.
William said, "So, you've met Caroline?"
"Yes." Jane gave him a knowing smile.
Charles took a sip of his wine before he said, "It would be nice if you could visit next weekend." He snuck a glance at William. Then he looked at Jane. "The bedrooms my sisters shared when they were younger are being remodeled and I'm sure Caroline would be interested in what you and your sister would think of the renovations."
Jane gave him a hesitant smile. Then she said, "I'm sure what your sister has done is nice." She hesitated before she continued, "Although I'm curious to see how it looks."
Charles' face lit up and he reached for Jane's hand.
William sipped his wine.
Jane stood up. "I'm going to check on the chicken. Is there anything else I can get you guys?"
They both said no and Jane left the room.
After a moment, William said, "Subtle."
Charles chuckled and then he said, "I try."
"Your skill at subtlety has improved." He raised an eyebrow at him. "Who's responsible for that?"
This Charles laughed. He said, "What makes you think someone's responsible? I'm fully capable of change."
"Of course, but. . ." He toyed with a lettuce leaf on his plate with his fork. "Never mind."
Charles turned to face him. "Is something the matter?"
"It's just. . . I've been gone for three months and it feels like things have changed."
"Three months is a long time."
William shrugged. He said, "I suppose it is. I guess I missed out on a lot."
Charles looked at his friend and for the first time felt sorry for him. William Darcy who had it all, or so he thought, was missing something. "You're back now." He gave him a reassuring smile.
"Yeah."
Jane returned with the baked chicken. "I hope you two are hungry."
Charles carved the chicken and Jane served it. They ate dinner and in between bites shared some conversation. Charles encouraged the conversation between Jane and William, hoping they would get to know each other better.
"And then I said, 'That's a marvelous idea. I wouldn't have come up with that myself.' I'd like to think this month's cover layout came together with my assistance."
Elizabeth sank deeper in her seat and willed her eyes to stay open. She tried to keep her face devoid from any expression that would reveal the tedium the conversation brought on, but the crease on her forehead and the straight line across her lips betrayed otherwise. Most people would probably pick up on the nonverbal signals, however, Bill Collins was not most people which he liked to point out quite often.
"Even though I've only spent a few minutes in Mrs. Debourgh's presence, I know she's an extraordinary woman. Her looks and the way she talks-"
"Mrs. Debourgh?"
Mr. Collins leaned closer. "Yes."
"Wait." She thought a moment. Why does that name sound familiar?
Mr. Collins did not wait. "She's the editor-in-chief of the magazine I'm associated with."
Elizabeth gave him a blank expression.
"The Complete Home."
"Oh, right. You mentioned that."
"Yes. Mrs. Debourgh has been overseeing the magazine since. . . well, I believe ever since it's conception."
"Oh." She wondered if this was the same Mrs. Debourgh she met at Richard's mother's house. "Does Mrs. Debourgh have any relatives in the publishing business?"
Mr. Collins almost jumped out of his seat. "Yes! In fact, The Complete Home is a subsidiary of DFD Incorporated."
Elizabeth gave him another blank expression.
"DFD." Now it was Mr. Collins who grew tired of Elizabeth's denseness. "Debourgh-Fitzwilliam-Darcy."
"DFD."
"Right." Mr. Collins sipped his coffee before he said, "You know Elizabeth, being the assistant of one of the principal shareholders of the company that employs us, I thought you'd be more. . . knowledgeable about the company's history."
"I've only been working for Richard for three months."
"Richard?"
"Oh. I mean, Mr. Fitzwilliam."
He looked at her with an expression of disbelief. Then he said, "You don't refer to him as Richard, do you?"
Elizabeth shifted in her seat. "Well, yeah."
Mr. Collins' his coffee cup fell onto the table with a clank. "That's unacceptable."
Elizabeth opened her mouth, but was cut off by Mr. Collins. "Although at times they may appear to be like any other person working for the company, you can't forget that they own it too. I mean, we should be thankful we're working for such benevolent, liberal directors, but we shouldn't forget just who they are. We have to show them the proper respect for people like them."
Elizabeth imagined calling Richard, Mr. Fitzwilliam all the time. It almost made her choke on the water she was drinking.
Mr. Collins continued, "Especially to Mr. Darcy."
This grabbed Elizabeth's attention. "Mr. Darcy?"
"Absolutely." Mr. Collins lowered his voice. "Even though my boss is a substantial holder in the company, it's Mr. Darcy's family who started, maintained, and even funded at one time the entire company."
Elizabeth digested this information.
"Mrs. Debourgh says that Mr. Darcy has just returned from his business trip from Europe and hopes-"
"Are you talking about Rich-I mean, Mr. Fitzwilliam's cousin?"
"Yes." He continued, "Anyway, Mrs. Debourgh says that her daughter, Anne, is looking forward to seeing more of Mr. Darcy."
Elizabeth remembered Richard mentioning something about how his Aunt Catherine did not like other women around William. "Oh." She said, "But, aren't they cousins?"
"Ms. Debourgh was adopted."
Elizabeth blinked several times. "How do you. . . You seem to know a lot about our employers."
"Of course." Mr. Collins' shoulders rolled back. "It's important to know these things. I wouldn't want to appear ignorant to other people about who I work for."
"Right." Elizabeth blocked out Mr. Collins' attempt at a diatribe about the importance of not only showing the respect due to their benefactors, but also the significance of being a representative to one of the most prestigious companies in the world.
Elizabeth was thankful that they were at the end of dinner. She was not sure how much she could take of him. She could understand his self importance if he actually was Mrs. Debourgh's assistance, but he was not. She learned that he was assistant to the copy editor. Although she had not been working long in the business, she knew enough that Mr. Collins' position was so far removed from association with Mrs. Debourgh, there was a good chance he barely had any contact with her.
"I know how you must be feeling, but I want to assure you," He leaned closer, "I never let any of that stuff affect me."
Elizabeth was ready to make a mad dash to the exit. She wondered how in the world her mother ever thought she would like him. That was the thing. Her mother did not even think about it.
"How do you know my mother?"
Mr. Collins stopped mid-sentence with a look of disbelief that he had been interrupted, but when he realized the question was directed at him, he was more than willing to answer. "We met at church."
"Oh."
"Your mother is such a nice woman. She has a knack for detail."
"Really?"
"Yes. In fact, that's how we met. She noticed I had been attending church by myself and was kind enough to befriend me."
"I see." Elizabeth knew too well her mother's intentions were not altruistic.
"She invited me to dinner that same day." He gave her a toothy smile. "Your mother is so kind."
"Thank you." She felt guilty for thinking bad thoughts about her mother.
"I hope you don't think me too forward for asking, but," This time when Mr. Collins leaned in, Elizabeth caught a whiff of his cologne. "Perhaps we could finish this coffee at your place."
Those bad thoughts about her mother were quick to return. "Actually, Mr. Collins-"
"Bill, please."
"Bill." She squirmed in her seat. "I have to get to work early tomorrow. You know how it is with the boss."
"Of course. Which reminds me." He checked his watch. "There are a few things I have to get done before tomorrow for my editor."
They settled the bill and left the restaurant. Elizabeth was glad she drove herself there. She did not want to imagine what the awkward parting would be like if Bill had picked her up.
When they reached her car, she said goodbye and got ready to get in her car, but saw that Bill was lingering behind her. She turned around.
She said, "I'm going now."
He smiled.
She shook his hand. "Good bye." And before he could say anything, Elizabeth was in her car.
She waved at him and pulled away, out of the parking lot. Then she turned on her radio, hoping to find a song that would help block out the memory of the evening. She found a song which had a man singing about how the stars were yellow. She turned the volume up and the man continued to sing how the stars shined for the person he was singing to.
Elizabeth let out a sigh of relief. The song was enough to ease her troubled mood. She did not think it would be too hard to tell her mom that Bill was not her type. Her concern was how to get her mom to stop helping her find a significant other.
The song ended and another song came on about how long you must wait for it. Elizabeth lowered the volume down on her radio. She knew one way that would certainly get her mother to stop setting her up on blind dates. The sheer simplicity of the idea had Elizabeth shaking her head. The problem was finding the right person to help carry out that idea.
"I just need to use the restroom before we leave."
Jane pointed out where the bathroom was to William. He followed her directions, making sure not to be in a rush. He could tell Charles was anxious to be alone with Jane before they left.
Jane and Charles waited in the living room. They sat on the couch, holding hands. It was quiet for some time before Jane said, "I hope you and William enjoyed dinner."
"Of course we did. Everything was delicious."
"I'm glad." She squeezed his hand. "Do you. . . I couldn't tell if William. . . Does he. . ."
Charles looked at Jane. "He does. He thinks you're wonderful."
"I think you're exaggerating."
"I don't exaggerate."
Jane let out a small laugh. Then she said, "I think you do when it comes to me."
He smiled. He said, "No. I'm just being honest."
She shook her head and was about to disagree, but her lips were stopped by his.
Before Charles and Jane could share another kiss, they heard the front door unlocking.
Elizabeth walked in and saw Jane and Charles on the couch. "I'm sorry."
Jane said, "It's alright." She gave Elizabeth an embarrassed smile before she said, "Have a seat."
She sat down opposite of them on the armchair. Elizabeth saw the heightened color in Charles' cheeks.
Charles saw the familiar teasing expression on Elizabeth's face and was quick to say, "How was your date?"
Elizabeth's teasing expression soon turned into a mild scowl. "Fine."
Charles sat at the edge of his seat. "Fine? Come on. This is the first time I've heard you go on a date since I've known you."
"You've known me a few months." Elizabeth shifted in her seat. "I've been on some dates."
Charles shook his head. "No. You haven't."
Elizabeth was about to disagree, but realized he was right.
He continued, "So who was he? Was it that guy from the mailroom?"
"Ben? No! Besides he's still in college."
"Oh. What about that guy in the layout department?"
"What guy?"
"You know. The one who walks by your desk every five minutes."
"Charles, I don't know what you're talking about. Where did you get the idea these guys are interested in me anyway?"
"You have to be blind not to notice." He chuckled and said, "And I may have heard them talking about you next to the copying machine."
"What?"
"Don't change the subject. Who did you go out with?"
Elizabeth shook her head and said, "This guy my mom met at church."
Charles waited for her to continue.
"Uh. . . His name is Bill Collins."
Charles blinked several times. "Bill Collins? Why does that name. . ." When understanding dawned on him, he laughed.
Jane and Elizabeth looked at him. Elizabeth said, "What?"
"You went out with Bill Collins? Bill Collins from The Complete Home?"
"Yes. How did you know?"
"Elizabeth, that's Toady."
Elizabeth's mouth fell open.
Jane asked, "Who's Toady?"
Charles recovered from his laughter. "He comes in from time to time on an errand from Maggie. I think it's so she can get rid of him for a little while."
"But why is he called Toady?"
Elizabeth rested her head on her hands. "Because while he's there, he always. . . talks to the young female interns."
"You went out with him."
Elizabeth lifted her head up. "Charles, if you breath a word of this-"
He held up his hands. "No. Of course not."
Elizabeth opened her mouth to let Charles know just how much bodily harm would come to him if he let this slip, but she heard a noise behind her. She turned around and did a double take at who she saw standing behind her chair.
"Oh! Elizabeth, this my friend, William Darcy."
Jane said, "William, this is my sister, Elizabeth Bennet."
Elizabeth stood up, however, neither of them said anything for a moment.
Charles said, "Is something the matter?"
William cleared his throat. He said, "Actually, we've already met."
Elizabeth said, "We met yesterday at Richard's mother's party." She shifted in her spot. "How's your sister?"
"Fine. Thank you for asking."
Elizabeth wondered how much he had heard. Judging from the expression on his face, she thought he probably heard all of it. "It was nice seeing you again." She turned to Charles and Jane. "I'm going to bed. I have to get an early start tomorrow." She gave them a hasty good night and retreated into her bedroom.
After Elizabeth left, the gentlemen departed.
While they walked to Charles' car, William said, "Was she talking about returning from a date?"
Charles chuckled. He said, "Yeah. With Toady."
"Toady?"
"Yeah. You know, Toady." Charles clicked off his car alarm. "He works over at your aunt's magazine."
"Oh,"
Charles nodded. "Apparently her mother set her up, but I don't think she knew exactly who he was."
They got in Charles' car and drove away. William half listened to Charles talking about Jane's cooking and how he had never had chicken prepared that way before. William was mulling over the new information about Elizabeth Bennet. He decided his initial impression of Elizabeth was correct. She was not suitable for his cousin. How could she be going on dates with other men if she's supposed to be seeing Richard?
He had to say something to Richard about this. It was obvious her attractiveness made it easy to be blind to errant behavior. William knew it had to be him who would have to break it to Richard that Elizabeth was cheating on him, to say the least.
Elizabeth switched on her computer and got ready for bed while she waited for it to come on. While she was getting ready, Jane walked into her bedroom.
"So, how did it really go?"
Elizabeth laid back on her bed. "I thought it couldn't get any worse." She crossed her arms over her face. "I went out with Toady."
"It can't be that bad."
"It will if people find out."
"I don't think Charles will say anything."
Elizabeth let her arms fall to her side. "Probably not, but these things have a way of getting around."
Jane squeezed her arm. "It'll be alright."
"I hope so."
Jane hesitated before she said, "So, you met William yesterday?"
Elizabeth groaned. She said, "Yes. He was the one I was telling you about when you called me at the party."
"Oh." Jane said, "You said he wasn't your type."
"He's not." Elizabeth sat up. "How much do you think he heard?"
"About what?"
"Toady!"
"I'm not sure." Jane thought for a moment. "Come to think about it, he was standing there for a while."
"A while? Why didn't you say anything?"
"I'm sorry, Elizabeth. I didn't know."
Elizabeth let out a deep sigh. "I guess it doesn't matter. Apparently he works upstairs, so I probably won't even see him that much. It's just. . ."
"What?"
"I know I said he wasn't my type, but I still don't want to be known as the woman who went out with Toady."
Jane laughed. Then she said, "William strikes me as the type to be discrete."
"You're probably right."
They talked for a little while longer before Jane went to bed. When she heard Jane shut her bedroom door, Elizabeth closed her own, and went to her computer.
She checked her e-mail. There was a new message from a GGA20@aol.com. Elizabeth opened and read it.
Dear EM,
I'm not sure what to write. I've never responded to anything before, but I read your article online and I just had to say something.
I found what you had to say about deciding on a major insightful and funny. I'm going through the process of choosing a major and I'm terrified. After reading your article, I don't feel so dumb being undecided.
I liked how you said there are two types of people in college. The type who were born knowing what they wanted to be when they grew up and the other type who found the concept of being an adult utterly foreign. I highly identified with the latter.
I hope you continue posting articles in the future. It doesn't matter what they're about. I'll read them anyway.
An admirer,
GGA
Elizabeth could not help smiling from ear to ear. This e-mail made the horrors of the day seem almost inconsequential. It was the first time she ever put something out for anyone to read. She was highly gratified that someone enjoyed it. She pushed the reply button on her screen.
Dear GGA,
You don't know how much I appreciate your message. I got it at the end of a very trying day. In fact, it's quite possible today will be the subject of my next article.
If anyone ever tries to set you up on a blind date, do NOT accept. In fact, run. Run away and don't look back.
Thanks again for the thoughtful message. Good luck with choosing a major! If and when you do decide, I'd be interested to hear about it.
EM
She reread it before she hit send. So inspired was she by the message, she decided to start something for her next article. In a matter of seconds, her fingers were flying across the keyboard.
Never. Never again. You are all my witnesses. I will bear endless hours of my mother's guilt ridden pleas before I ever go out on a blind date again. If I didn't know any better, I'd swear my mother was trying to get even with me for the eight hours of labor I put her through. I think this experience has actually made me more sympathetic to the labor pains my mother had to bear.
And where was my father when my mother was plotting against me? Hiding away in his study. Although he claims that I'm his favorite, he did nothing to save me from this tortuous event.
I know you're all thinking, "EM is a bit dramatic today," or, "It couldn't have been that bad". Oh, but it was and I assure you I don't care for dramatics. I will admit my mother is the diva of drama, but that is probably the reason why I try to avoid anything that gives even a faint scent of Dramatics.
I've been thinking of ways a person could extricate one's self from such a situation, but if you have a mother like mine, a person learns how to develop high tolerance levels for such medieval methods.
I can only give advice on how to survive such a thing when all hope of salvation is lost. So here are a few tips on how to survive one of the most agonizing events of your life: The Blind Date.
Elizabeth saved what she had typed. She would have to go back to refine and add other details, but she was satisfied with the start. She shut off her computer, shut off the lights, and crawled into bed.
It took some time before Elizabeth was able to fall asleep. By then she had recovered from her date with Bill. However, she was uneasy about what happened with William or as Bill would insist, Mr. Darcy.
She was telling the truth about disliking the idea about being branded the woman who went out with Toady. Although she told herself she was just worried about personal information being leaked at work, deep down she did not like the idea that Mr. Darcy might think she actually wanted to go out with Toady.
Chapter 3 "Found Out"
Posted on Saturday, 22 March 2003
When a man gets up to speak, people listen then look. When a woman gets up, people look; then if they like what they see, they listen. ~Pauline Fredrick
Elizabeth had just put her stuff down when the phone on her desk started to ring. She picked it up.
"Elizabeth Bennet."
"Elizabeth, when is Richard going to arrive for the meeting?"
She checked her watch. "Doesn't the meeting start in fifteen minutes?"
"Yes, but it'd be nice if he could come a little earlier."
"I'll let him know."
"And while you're at it, bring me some coffee."
Elizabeth bit her lip and then said, "Sure, Caroline." And hung up.
She gathered her notes before she walked the few steps to Richard's office. She walked in, not bothering to knock.
"Richard, Caroline just called and she's in one of her-" When she looked up from her notes, she was surprised to see he was not alone.
Richard was busy moving papers around his desk. "I know. She called about five minutes ago. She acts like-" He looked up and realized that neither person was listening to him. "Oh! Elizabeth, you remember my cousin, Will, don't you?"
She cleared her throat. "Yes."
William took his eyes off of her for a moment to speak to Richard. "I didn't know you two worked together."
Without looking up from the papers he was sorting through, he said, "Yeah. She's my assistant."
"Your assistant?!"
William's outburst caused Elizabeth and Richard to stare at him. William adjusted his necktie. "I see."
Elizabeth heard her phone ringing. "I think that's Caroline again."
"Tell her I'll be there in a few minutes."
Elizabeth nodded her understanding and left the room. She did not even have a chance to shut the door completely when she heard William say, "She's your assistant? Are you crazy?"
Richard chuckled. He said, "Yes. Do you know how hard it is to find a replacement for someone like Hannah?"
"Hannah left?"
"Yeah. To have her baby."
"Baby?"
"Will, I know you've been gone for three months, but you were here when Hannah was pregnant."
It was quiet for a moment.
Richard continued, "Anyway, it took me a while to find a replacement and Elizabeth has been extremely valuable."
"I'm sure she has."
"She has."
"How long has she been working for you?"
"Several months now."
"How well do you know her?"
"Well enough. I can say I trust her without a doubt."
"Richard," There was another pause. "I'm sure you think you did the right thing, but. . ."
"What?"
"I don't think she's trustworthy at all. In fact, I know so."
"What are you talking about?"
"She lies and has no sense of. . . loyalty to say the least."
Richard let out a hearty laugh.
"I don't think this is a laughing matter." His voice dropped, but she could still her William say, "She's also your assistant." There was a touch of disgust in his voice.
The phone rang again. Elizabeth raced to get it.
Richard yelled from his office. "Is that Caroline again?"
"Yes."
"Elizabeth, go ahead without me and tell her to start. Tell her I've been detained, but I'll be there in a few minutes."
She repeated to Caroline on the phone what Richard said and hung up. She said through the door, "I'll see you at the meeting." And walked towards the conference room.
When he was sure Elizabeth had gone, Richard said, "Will, you don't know what you're talking about."
"Richard, yesterday I went to have dinner with Charles' new girlfriend. Did you know she was Elizabeth's sister?"
"As a matter of fact, I did."
"Then why didn't you say-" William shook his head. "That's not the point. The point is she wasn't there because she was out on a date." William hesitated before he said, "With another man."
This caused Richard to stop looking through his papers. "Elizabeth went on a date?"
"Yes."
"Well, do you know with whom?"
"I don't know. Some Collins guy."
"Collins?" Richard thought for a moment. "The only Collins I know of is the one who works over at Aunt Catherine's magazine."
"Yeah, I think he's the one."
Richard stared at him with disbelief before he erupted into laughter. "She went out with Toady? She's never going to live this one down."
"She didn't want people to know."
"I wouldn't either."
This was not the reaction he had anticipated. "Richard, I don't think you understand what I'm trying to tell you." He looked him in the eyes. "Your girlfriend is cheating and lying to you."
This caused another fit of laughter.
"Richard?"
He waved his hand. Richard said, "Girlfriend?"
"Yes. Elizabeth."
"Why would you think Elizabeth is my girlfriend?"
William opened and closed his mouth several times. "I thought-Isn't that the reason why you brought her home?"
Richard shook his head. "I don't have time to explain, but one thing's for sure, Elizabeth is not my girlfriend." He picked up some papers he had made into a pile and proceeded to walk out of his office.
William followed him. "What are you talking about? I thought-"
"I told you. She's not." They walked down a long corridor.
"Then-"
"I can't wait to ask her about her date with Toady."
"Richard, wait."
They stopped in front of a door with a sign next to it that had Conference 1 mounted next to it.
Richard said, "I can't talk right now. I'm late as it already is."
William grabbed the doorknob before Richard could open it. "What's going on then?"
"It's a long story. I'll have to tell you about it later."
William did not let go of the doorknob.
Richard said, "OK. How about tonight over drinks?"
William nodded and let go of the door knob.
However, before William could make an exit, Richard opened the door.
"There you are! I was beginning to-" When Caroline saw the reason why Richard was detained, her expression changed, "Oh! Mr. Darcy! I didn't know you were back. It's so nice to see you." She walked over and took him by the arm. "Please join us. We were just talking about a book that we're looking to pick up."
Richard took his seat next to Elizabeth. Caroline maneuvered William towards the table, but he moved away to sit next to Richard.
Caroline said, "I know you must have so many things to attend to since you've just returned, but we would be so grateful if you could sit in this one time with us."
William nodded and Richard tried to hide his amusement. The other people tried not to stare at Caroline for her audacity to invite the CEO to a meeting that probably was a waste of his time. In fact, that was the whole reason Richard was there. This was one of the departments he managed.
Caroline continued, "I was just talking about how this author is looking for a new publisher. Her contract is almost up with the company she is currently with and she hopes that if we sign her, that we'll also buy the rights for her first book from her current publisher."
Elizabeth had been taking notes on what Richard missed so far, but now she was distracted by William's presence. She knew she should not have been listening to the conversation between him and Richard. But, of course, when a person hears their name come up in conversation, how are they to ignore it?
She could feel William's gaze on her. No doubt he was getting a good look at a bonafide liar and a hussy, Elizabeth thought. She did not consider why he thought those things, but instead was angered by the fact that he had said them.
Elizabeth did not look up from her notepad, so she did not notice that Richard had been trying to get her attention. Since he was unsuccessful, he passed her a note.
She checked to make sure Caroline was not looking because she would put a person on the spot if she thought they were not paying attention. She had her back turned to the room because she was going over the projected sales she had graphed and displayed on a presentation board. Elizabeth opened the note and read it.
I heard you had a busy evening last night.
Underneath the sentence was an attempt at a picture of a frog. Elizabeth wrote back.
I don't know what you're talking about.
She passed the note back and ignored the smirk on Richard's face. He scribbled a response and passed the note back.
Rib-it!
Elizabeth rolled her eyes.
"Is something the matter, Elizabeth?"
She looked at Caroline. "Uh, no. I had something in my eye."
"Well, make sure to take notes on all this. It's very important."
"Of course." When Caroline resumed her lecture, Elizabeth jotted some words down before she passed the note back to Richard.
First of all, it's a shame that one of the directors of this prestigious publishing company of quality literature can barely write a coherent sentence. Second, some of us are trying to work. I'd appreciate it if you would not bother me with such nonsense.
When he finished reading the note, he had to stifle his amusement. He took a minute to think of what to write back and then wrote it down.
Nice try. Even though you're at the edge of your seat, taking copious notes on this presentation, I know you're really thinking of the previous night. You're wondering if it's true that if you kiss a frog, it'll turn into a prince.
Elizabeth had her pencil on her notepad while she was reading the note, but when she read the last line, she broke the tip of it. She shot Richard a look of contempt when he offered her his. She refused it by pulling out another pencil. She proceeded to write back her response, not so discrete as before.
Who ever told you I had gone out on a date last night was misinformed. I wouldn't call it a date. I think it would be more accurate to call it an abuse of trust and affection between a mother and daughter.
After Richard read the note, he raised an eyebrow at Elizabeth. Then he wrote,
I'm sorry to hear it was such an awful experience. My source was under the impression you had actually gone on a date.
Elizabeth looked up after reading the note, but Richard was watching Caroline. However, she saw that William was looking at her, perhaps waiting for her response.
Although you may have a lot of faith in your source, your source presumes to know me, when in fact your source does not have an idea who I am. I would advise your source to mind their own business and that your source think twice before spreading stories which are inaccurate and could quite possibly make him look stupid.
When Elizabeth looked up from her notepad, Richard and William stared at her with their mouths agape. Elizabeth gave them both a small smile.
"Elizabeth, what are your thoughts on this?"
She looked at Caroline and realized the whole room was waiting her response.
Richard said, "I think it would be a good idea to sign this author."
William said, "I agree with Richard."
Elizabeth said, "But, I don't agree with how her first book should be marketed."
Caroline said, "Oh? Would you care to elaborate?"
Elizabeth's shoulders rolled back. "I think what you said about the text being rich in cultural details and customs are true, but I think the underlying story was overlooked."
When no one else offered a comment, Elizabeth continued, "Shabanu-"
Caroline said, "Shabanu?"
"The main character."
Caroline cleared her throat. "Of course."
"The culture is the setting for Shabanu's personal experience." She sat up in her seat. "It becomes difficult to separate her identity and culture because the two are intertwined."
"Are you sure we're talking about the same book?"
Elizabeth looked down at her notes. "We're talking about Shabanu: Daughter of the Wind, right?"
Caroline looked at her with a wary expression. "Did you even read the book?"
"Yeah. Did you?"
"Of course I-"
"I think both of you have a point." Richard gave Elizabeth a warning look. "You both have demonstrated that there could be different ways to interpret this story which is what we look for in a good book." Richard gathered his papers together. "I don't think we need to belabor the point." He stood up. "Caroline, why don't you finalize a contract with the author and find out how much it'll cost to get the rights to this book. Did anyone have anything else to add?"
No one said anything.
"Good. Let's get to work."
Everyone walked out. Richard caught Elizabeth by the arm. "That was a good point."
"Thanks." She left the room.
William said, "Richard-"
Caroline approached the two men. "Mr. Darcy, what did you think of our meeting? Well, aside from the off topic comments."
"I thought it was a good meeting. And as for the off topic comments, I thought they were right on the mark." William took out his cell phone and checked who was calling. "Excuse me."
Caroline stood there for a moment, wanting to get another word in, but it appeared that William would be on the phone for a while, and Richard was not the one she was trying to impress. "I'll be in my office if you want to go over the details of this meeting."
William nodded at her and Caroline left the room. When he was sure that she was gone, William hung up his phone and turned to Richard. "I have to go upstairs. Sarah's been looking for me." He put his phone away. "But, we need to talk."
Richard gave him a blank expression.
"About Elizabeth. You said we'd grab a drink tonight."
"Right." A thought crossed Richard's mind. "There's this bar I'd like to go to. I don't think you've been there yet."
William gave him a look full of doubt.
Richard chuckled. He said, "Don't worry. It's not like that. In fact, it's run by a respectable family."
William was about to say something, but his phone went off again. He answered his phone. "Alright. Hold on a minute." He looked at Richard. "Give Sarah the directions for this place. What time are we meeting?"
"Six?"
"How about at seven?"
"You're the boss."
William clapped him on the shoulder before he left the conference room. Richard went back to his office. He was going to speak to Elizabeth, but she was on the phone. He decided to wait in his office until she was finished.
"Uh. . . actually Charlotte, I think he just walked into his office. Hold on. Let me check." She covered the receiver and yelled through Richard's door way. "Richard, Charlotte's on the phone."
"Alright." Richard picked it up. "Charlotte? Hi! Will your father be at the bar tonight?"
"He should be. Why?"
"Uh. . . I just wanted to make sure. I'm taking my cousin Will there tonight."
"Oh. I was going to stop there later. What time were you going to be there?"
"Around seven."
"Alright."
"Is Elizabeth going to be there?"
"Yeah."
"I think my cousin might be interested in Elizabeth."
"Really?"
"Might be. Except. . . I don't think Elizabeth is interested."
"Who did you say your cousin was?"
"Will. Will Darcy."
"Do you mean Mr. Darcy?"
"No. Not his dad."
"Well, Elizabeth was referring to a Mr. Darcy before she connected me to you."
"What did she say?"
"Uh. . . I don't think I should say."
"Come on, Charlotte."
"Elizabeth is my friend."
"If she had said something good, you'd be telling me right now. What did she say? Couldn't have been that bad."
"Well, I'm not sure about the particular details, but let's just say your cousin. . . I don't think he should try to approach Elizabeth unless he's ready to lose a body part."
Richard sat up in his seat. "What? How could she be so angry at him? They've only met a couple times."
"I don't know. She didn't want to get into any specific details, but whatever happened, it seems William already pushed the wrong buttons."
"Gees. All right. I'll see you tonight then."
"OK."
They said their goodbyes. Then Richard called Elizabeth into his office.
She said, "I'm typing up the notes for the meeting right now, so you can go over them."
"Thanks, Elizabeth."
"You also have someone waiting for you. He didn't have an appointment, but he said you'd see him anyway."
Richard stood up. "Who is it?"
"Someone named George Wickham." When she said the name, she saw a look of annoyance flicker across Richard's face. "Should I tell him to come another time?"
"No. I'll see him." Richard straightened his tie.
Before Elizabeth went to get George, she said, "He looks familiar. Has he been here before?"
"Several times."
"But, I don't remember seeing him."
"Well, he's been here several times, but I think this is the longest he's gone without coming in. Maybe he heard Will's back." He realized he might have already said too much and changed the subject. "He was also on TV for a while. That sitcom about the orphan who gets adopted by a rich foster father."
Elizabeth thought for a moment. Then she said, "Are you talking about Rags to Riches?"
"Yeah. That one."
"Oh my gosh. My sisters and I used to watch that show religiously. He was so cute as a boy and then when he became a teenager-My sister Lydia had the biggest crush on him."
"Well, I'd make sure to keep her away from him. He's not a teenager anymore."
"Obviously."
Richard looked at her with a raised eyebrow.
Elizabeth cleared her throat. "I'll send him in." She left the room and looked for George Wickham. She found him talking to Marie, an intern.
Elizabeth said, "Mr. Wickham, Richard will see you now."
He flashed her a brilliant smile. "Please, call me George."
"Right." She pointed towards Richard's office. Before he went, he whispered something to Marie who giggled.
On their way to Richard's office, George said, "Elizabeth, are you free for lunch this afternoon?"
She looked at him for a moment before she said, "I might be."
"Well, if you're free, I'd love to have lunch with you."
She stopped outside of Richard's door. "Did Marie have other plans?"
George blinked a few times, but recovered by giving her a smile trimmed with dimples. He said, "I didn't ask her to lunch." He took a step forward. "She's not the one I'm interested in."
Elizabeth was not sure if she should be intrigued or disgusted by his aggressive approach. She hesitated before she said, "I'm not sure if I will be. It depends on what Richard has planned for this afternoon."
"What if I call you around noon? Do you think you'd know by then?"
"I should."
"Then it's settled." He gave her another dimpled smile before he walked into Richard's office and shut the door.
Elizabeth walked to her desk and stared at the closed door for a few minutes. She had no idea Richard knew George Wickham. She wondered how many other celebrities he knew. Granted, George had not been in anything recent since his show was canceled several years ago, but Lydia had mentioned that he was supposed to be in a movie with Tara Reid.
Elizabeth was snapped out of her daydreaming by the sound of her phone ringing. She read the ID screen and saw it was Caroline. She pushed the button for her voicemail to answer it. None of the other assistants had this feature on their phone and Richard said she could keep it as long as she did not say anything to the other assistants.
She checked her agenda for the day which had a lot of things to complete, but each task was manageable. She figured she might be able to have lunch with George after all. Elizabeth continued typing up the notes from the meeting. However, she had only been typing for five minutes when Richard's office door opened.
"I'll talk to him about it, but you really should look into other ways to make ends meet."
"I'm working on it. If I get this movie deal-"
"George, we can find something for you here-"
"But, this is not what I want to do."
It was quiet for a minute before Richard said, "Like I said, I'll talk to him. In the meantime, I have some work to do."
"Thanks, Richard."
The next thing Elizabeth saw was George exiting Richard's office. Before he left, he came over and said, "I'll call you later."
"Alright." And with that he was gone.
Elizabeth waited a few minutes before she went into Richard's office. She saw that he was typing something up on his computer. "Richard?"
He did not look up. "Yeah."
"I was looking over the agenda today and it looks light."
"Uh-huh."
"So, would it be possible if I could take a real lunch break?"
Richard stopped typing and looked up. He said, "What? You don't like our little lunch dates?"
"Sometimes I like to eat without having to worry about taking notes for a letter you want sent out right away, or going over marketing needs, or going over prints, or-"
"I get it. That's fine. Just take it sooner then later. I'd like to have you back as soon as possible in case anything should pop-up."
"Alright." Elizabeth turned to go back to her desk, but hesitated. "Can I ask you something?"
Richard was typing again. "Sure."
"How long have you known George Wickham?"
There was a pause in his typing. "I've known him since he was a kid."
"Before or after he was on that show."
"Before." He studied Elizabeth for a moment. "But, I wouldn't consider him a friend."
Elizabeth's eyebrows shot-up. "Really?"
"Really. He doesn't know how to keep them."
"Oh."
"Elizabeth, why-"
"I was just wondering." She cleared her throat. "Are you going to be at The Assembly tonight?"
"Yeah. Charlotte said you were going to be there."
She nodded. "Charlotte's dad is short a bartender tonight. I said I'd help out for a couple of hours."
Richard turned away from his computer. "Really? So, is it going to be like old times?"
Elizabeth laughed. She said, "Not quite. I'm just helping out with the rush. That's all."
"And the rush is usually around. . ."
"Seven-ish. But, I'll probably be there earlier just to be ready."
"Perfect." He saw Elizabeth's curious expression and said, "I thought you were going to lunch."
"I will. I'm going at noon."
"Alright."
Elizabeth left his office. Before she left for lunch, she wanted to finish typing the notes from the meeting and have them distributed to the staff and Richard. She was determined to have it finished. So when noon arrived, she was able to go out to lunch with George Wickham.