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Chapter 8 ~ Foresight

Posted on Monday, 23 June 2003

One of my theories is that men love with their eyes; women love with their ears.
~ Zsa Zsa Gabor

William sipped his tea and rummaged through his personal mail from the past week. He saw two notices from the cable company notifying him that the payment for last month's services had not been received yet.

"Damn."

"What's the matter?"

"I didn't pay the cable bill."

"Will, I could've done that."

He looked at his sister. Georgiana had a concerned look on her face. William said, "You shouldn't have to worry about things like this."

"Neither should you." She reached over and looked at the bill. "Oh my goodness. I didn't know we had all these channels."

"It was this special package deal they had going. It sounded good at the time."

"But, you're hardly ever here."

"I thought there would be stuff you'd be interested in."

"It would've been better if I hadn't known about all this." She scanned the bill.

"Too expensive?"

"More like too tempting." Her eyebrows shot up. "There's like seven different music video channels."

"Music videos?"

"Oh, and there's The Romance and The Classic Movie Channel."

William shook his head. He said, "I suppose I better pay this."

Georgiana put the bill away. "I'll take care of it."

"Georgie."

"Will, I'm twenty years old. I think I can handle a cable bill."

He rummaged through some other envelopes. "How about gas, water, and electric?"

"You really need to get a personal accountant."

"No way. This is one thing I won't allow other people to do for me."

"They wouldn't be paying for you. They'd just make sure the check gets out in time."

"That's ridiculous. I run a company. I should be able to pay my electric bill."

Georgiana shrugged. She said, "Alright. Just make sure it's on time. It'd be very sad if we had people over and the lights go off because you forgot to pay the bill."

"That's not going to happen."

"It better not."

William rolled his eyes and then returned his attention back to the mail. Mornings like this were rare between him and Georgiana. Usually, he was away on business or she was locked in her room studying or at the library.

She said, "So, how was last night?"

"Good."

"Good? That's all?"

"Well, I got there a little late."

"Were there a lot of people?"

"Yeah."

"Who was there?"

"The usual."

"So, Caroline was there."

"Of course. She was hosting the party."

"Right."

"You could've gone too."

"Sure."

"What do you mean by that?"

"You don't like me hanging around Caroline and her friends."

"Me? You're the one who avoids her like the plague."

"So, you're saying I should hang out with her."

"No."

"Good."

After a moment, he said, "There were some younger people there last night."

"What do you mean younger?"

"I think one was in college and the other two were still in high school."

Georgiana sat up in her seat. "Why would Caroline invite them?"

"Actually, Charles did."

She raised an eyebrow. "What's Charles doing inviting high school aged girls to his party."

William laughed. He said, "It wasn't like that. They were the sisters of the woman he's seeing. He invited her whole family."

"Oh. Scared me there for a second." She said, "It must be pretty serious then if he's inviting the family over."

He shrugged and said, "I suppose."

"What's her name?"

"Who?"

"Charles' girlfriend."

"Jane."

"Jane. . ."

"Bennet."

"Bennet." She thought for a minute. Then she said, "Why does that name sound familiar?"

William continued rifling through the mail.

"Bennet."

He cleared his throat.

"Bennet."

He stood up to get another cup of tea.

"William, do we know any of the Bennets?"

"Mm-hm."

"What?"

He sipped his tea and another inaudible, "Mm-hm," escaped.

She narrowed her eyes at him. "I hate that. Stop acting like a male."

"I can't help it. I am one."

"I know, but most of the time you're able to function normally." She stood up and walked towards him. "Why does the name Bennet sound familiar?"

"I don't know if you remember her." He hesitated before he said, "Do you remember Elizabeth?"

"Elizabeth?" She thought for a moment. Then she said, "Richard's girlfriend?"

He shook his head. "She's not his girlfriend."

Her eyes widened. "Wha-Are you sure?"

He nodded and returned to his seat.

Georgiana followed and sat back in her own seat. "How do you know? Did they breakup? Did you see her last night?"

William held up his hands. "OK. Now you're acting like a girl."

She rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Tell me!"

He let out a sigh that feigned annoyance. "Alright." He went on to tell Georgiana about Richard's plan to bring Elizabeth home that day, so that their aunt would not try to fix him up with anyone. That, actually, Richard had already started seeing someone else: Charlotte.

Georgiana said, "Wait. Who's Charlotte?"

"Richard's girlfriend."

"Richard has a girlfriend?"

"Well, they just started seeing each other."

"But, he brought Elizabeth over because. . ."

"He didn't want Aunt Emily to fix him up with anyone else."

"Why didn't he just tell her the truth? That he was seeing someone."

"You know how aggressive Aunt Emily is. And besides, how many times has Richard told his mom that?"

"Enough times so that she doesn't believe him."

"Right."

"So, how does Elizabeth fit into all this?"

"She happens to be Richard's assistant and a good friend of Charlotte's."

Georgiana let the information sink in. Then she said, "So, Charlotte knew about this?"

"No. I don't think so."

Georgiana shook her head.

"What?"

"I wouldn't want to be in the same room when she does find out."

"She seems like a reasonable woman."

"How well do you know her?"

"Well, her father owns this bar, The Assembly, and her brothers own another one, but I don't know the name of it. Apparently, it's a popular place for the college crowd."

"You don't know the name of the bar?"

"Why would I know the name?"

"Right. You're just an old guy."

"Thanks."

She chuckled. Then she said, "The only one I could think of right now is Lucas."

"Lucas?"

She nodded. "It's a new bar, but it's pretty popular. I think people like it because it's not like a regular bar."

William raised his eyebrow.

"Well, it's clean and it's not dark and full of smoke."

"Are you speaking from personal experience?"

She tagged him on the arm. "I am the entertainment writer for the school paper."

"You're still working on the school paper? I thought you gave that up after you finished that class last year."

She shifted in her seat. "They haven't found anyone to fill the position yet."

"It's not like it's an actual job. I thought it was for school credit."

"It is."

William studied her for a moment.

"I don't like it when you do that."

"Do what?"

"Stare."

"I wasn't."

"You were."

"Sorry." He smiled at her. Then he said, "Is journalism something you might be interested in?"

She lifted one shoulder up and then down. "Maybe."

"What about music?"

"I like that too."

"So which one are you going to major in?"

She shifted in her seat again. "I'm not sure."

"But, you're in your second year."

"I'm very aware of that."

"You're supposed to have a major declared by your junior year."

"Again, I'm aware."

He opened his mouth and closed it several times.

She said, "Don't you trust me?"

"Of course I do." He leaned closer to her. "It's your life. I just don't want you to have any regrets."

"William," She turned to face him. "That's why I'm doing this. I need to know if I can do it. I don't want to be left wondering about what if." She saw the familiar look of concern on his face. She said, "I know I made a major mistake when-"

"Georgie-"

"No." She held up her hand. "Please."

William closed his mouth.

"I know that was a big mistake. And I'm thankful that Richard was there because it could've been a lot worse."

William took her hand.

After a moment, she said, "But, I'm at a point in my life where I'm actually thinking about my future."

He squeezed her hand.

"I'm not scared of him anymore."

William embraced his sister. His voice was rough. "I'm so proud of you."

"Really?"

He pulled her back and looked her in the eye. "Georgie, I know I haven't been there for you-"

"Will-"

It was William's turn to hold up his hand. He said, "But, I'm going to make the effort. I want to know what your plans are and what you want to do." He looked at her for a moment. "And whatever you decide, I'll support you."

Georgiana blinked several times. It took her a moment to respond. "Whatever you may think, I know you're the best brother. And even though you're not always there, you're there when it's important."

They sat in silence, allowing the moment to settle.

Then William said, "Lucas. That's Charlotte's last name."

"The woman who Richard's seeing?"

"Yeah." He said, "I even remember her saying that her brothers, Peter and Craig, run their own bar."

A look of recognition crossed Georgiana's face. "I know them."

"You do?"

She nodded. "They let me do a piece for the school paper on their bar."

William raised an eyebrow. "So, did you get any interviews?"

Georgiana rolled her eyes. "Yes."

He gave her an expectant look.

She ignored him and said, "What else happened at the party?"

William chuckled. Then he said, "There was some Karaoke."

"Really?"

"Yeah, but only two people got to sing." He looked through his mail while he said, "Elizabeth and one of her younger sisters, Mary."

"Together?"

"No. Mary was first."

"How was she?"

"It sounded like she doesn't have any formal training, but I think she was really trying her best."

"What did she sing?"

He shrugged. He said, "Some song about not being a girl, but also not being a woman."

Georgiana thought for a second and said, "Did it go something like 'I'm not a girl, not yet a woman'?"

He smiled at her melodic voice. "Yeah."

"That's a Britney Spears song."

"Really? It's actually quite poetic."

"Yeah. Well, that's because she didn't write it." Then she said, "What did Elizabeth sing?"

"Danke Schoen."

"By Wayne Newton?"

He nodded.

"Will, isn't that-"

"Yes, it is."

"Does she-"

"No, she doesn't know."

Georgiana sat in silence, letting the information sink in. "Would it have been a performance that Dad would've approved?"

A slow smile spread across his lips. "Very much."

"What was it like?"

William went in to detail from when Elizabeth took the mic to when she had the crowd singing along, and then waved good-bye at the end.

"Sounds like you couldn't take your eyes off her."

"It wasn't just me."

"But, it sounds like she was a lot of fun to watch."

"She was."

"Would you say you wouldn't mind listening to her sing again?"

"I think I'd enjoy it very much."

Georgiana blinked several times at the way William used the phrase very much twice in the span of ten seconds when he talked about Elizabeth. She then spoke with great deliberation. "So. . . did you. . .talk to her at all last night?"

"We spoke a little."

Not as much as he would've probably liked. "What did. . . you talk about?"

"We talked about the parlor table I gave Bingley."

Parlor table?!

"And what I do with movies."

OK. Slightly better.

"But, she talked mostly to Hurst and then to Charlotte." Then he said, "Oh, and then we said we'd have lunch on Monday."

"Wait, what was that last part?"

"Lunch on Monday?"

"You're going on a date?"

"It's not a date."

"You're eating together."

"Yeah, but she's also going to want to talk about work."

Her brow wrinkled. "Wait, did you actually ask her out on a date."

He rubbed the back of his neck. "I thought I did."

"But?"

"But, I guess she thought that I'd heard what she and Charlotte were talking about and she assumed that I wanted to talk to her about it too."

"Why didn't you tell her you just wanted to have lunch?"

He shrugged. Then he said, "I don't think she would've agreed to go if I had said that."

"Why do you think that?"

"I don't know. Sometimes I think she only tolerates me."

"You make it sound like she doesn't even like you."

"I get that feeling sometimes. Then other times, when we talk, I feel like she actually likes talking to me."

"Well, you two have just met, so you have to get to know each other."

"Right, but there is another thing." He hesitated before he said, "She's already met George Wickham."

"What?" Her voice had an edge.

"He's been coming around to talk to Richard, so. . ."

The color rose in her cheeks. "William, you can't allow her to go on seeing this man without telling her the truth about him."

"Well, I wasn't sure how much I should-"

"Tell her the truth."

"But-"

"Don't you think George would've already made up something and told her?"

"Maybe-"

"No. He has."

"Georgie-"

"Will-"

"You don't think that's too much to be sharing when we've just met?"

Georgiana opened her mouth and then closed it. After a moment, she said, "You're probably right, but maybe you should find out what George has been telling her. Then you can set her straight on that."

He nodded. "That sounds good."

Georgiana looked down at the papers in front of her. She did not want to have a discussion about him again. One of the papers caught her eye and she smiled.

She said, "I think you should read this." She handed it to him.

He read the title. "The Oldest Form of Medieval Torture: The Blind Date," He looked at her. "I'm not going on a blind date."

"I know, but I think the tips on how to survive a blind date are good for even just a regular date."

"But, it's not a date."

She rolled her eyes. She said, "Read it for future reference."

"Future-What-That's if I even get that far."

"Just read."

He skimmed down the article to the list of survival tactics for a blind date.

1) Have a back up plan. A cell phone would be the best way to carry it out. My back up plan was my sister calling me to come home for some kind of emergency.

2) Drive separately! I don't even want to think about what might've happened if we hadn't. (Author is shuddering while she types this.)

3) Make sure you wear something that's comfortable, but stylish. I wore slacks and shoes with good tread which made my get away that much easier.

4) Pay half of whatever you do whether it's dinner or a movie. You don't want to be beholden to that person. (Again, author shudders while typing this.)

5) And the last survival tip: Keep in mind that there is an end. Like a prizefighter taking the punches, you have what it takes to endure such torture. My comforting thought that helped me through this-going to bed alone.

William let out a small laugh at the last part. He thought, I never thought going to bed alone could be such an inviting idea.

Georgiana saw the smile on his face. She said, "What do you think?"

He looked up at her. "I hope I can be a more pleasant date than whoever this person went out with."

"I'm sure you are."

He shrugged. Then he said, "But, it's too soon to be thinking about things like this." He held out the paper to her.

Georgiana took it. She said, "It's never too soon. You have to be prepared."

He chuckled.

She looked at her watch. "Whoa. I have to meet a friend at the library."

William looked at his watch too. "That reminds me. I have to go in to the office."

"It's Saturday. You could just go in on Monday."

"I've been gone all week and I don't want to spend Monday catching up."

She gave him a knowing look. "Sure."

He shook his head. "Aren't you supposed to be at the library?"

"Right. I'll see you later then." She kissed him on the cheek and left the kitchen.

William gathered up his mail and got ready to go into work. Even though he was going to work to catch up on things, William also thought it would be a good idea to stop by Richard's office to see if he could glean any information about the pickup line he was supposed to talk with Elizabeth about on Monday.

"Is there anything else we can get you?"

Elizabeth looked at the two interns. Marie and Ben were in their last year of college and by the end, they hoped to get positions in the company. She smiled at them and said, "No. You two can go on home."

Marie said, "I can stay and help and look up details for you."

Not wanting to be outdone, Ben said, "I can also put together a power point presentation."

"As tempting as all that is, I think I'll be fine. It's just an informal meeting to let Mr. Darcy know where we are." She gave them both a reassuring smile. "Besides, you guys stayed late last night. I really appreciate you giving up your Saturday morning like this. Just go and enjoy the rest of the weekend."

"Alright." Marie looked at Ben who looked back at her with the same expression.

Elizabeth said, "Is something the matter?"

Marie said, "Well, it's none of our business."

Ben said, "It's just that. . ."

"What?"

Ben nudged Marie with his elbow.

Marie hesitated before she blurted out, "Are you seeing Toady?"

Elizabeth's eyes widened.

Ben said, "I don't believe it, but Toady told Marie that you went out with him." He looked at Marie and then Elizabeth. "Besides, I thought you were going out with that actor, George Wickham."

Elizabeth let out a deep sigh. Then she rested her hands on her hips and looked down at the floor. It was a moment before she said, "When you talk about another professional, please refer to them by their given name."

The two interns apologized.

Elizabeth cleared her throat. She said, "Although Mr. Collins didn't act in a professional manner, I'll say that we did go on one date."

They looked at her in disbelief.

"But, for the record. It was a blind date. I didn't know that Bill Collins and Toady were the same person." She said the next through clenched teeth. "My mother set us up."

Ben said, "So, you're not. . ."

"No. Definitely not."

Marie said, "Then you're seeing. . ."

She shook her head. Elizabeth said, "No. I'm not seeing him either. I've had lunch with George a couple of times, but that's it."

The two interns looked relieved.

Elizabeth said, "I didn't realize my personal life was such a fascinating topic."

Marie said, "I'm sorry, Elizabeth. It's just that the other interns were talking about it."

"Other interns?" She said, "You mean he's told other people besides you two?"

They both nodded.

Elizabeth took a deep cleansing breath. Then she said, "Although Mr. Collins is being unprofessional by discussing personal matters, I don't want either of you to stoop down to his level." She said the next part with great control. "If he should bring up our one-time blind date again in front of either of you, I want you to ignore him."

Marie said, "But-"

Elizabeth held up her hand. "If you hear other people talking about me and Mr. Collins or George Wickham, I want you to ignore them."

Ben said, "But-"

Elizabeth shook her head. She said, "Richard has a strict policy against gossiping.

Marie said, "But, it's hard just to stand there listening and not saying anything. And then when the other interns start talking about it-"

Elizabeth said, "I make the recommendations to Richard for which interns we should keep. They're working for a prestigious publishing company. If they can't live up to those expectations," She gave them both a pointed look, "I'll just have to look at other candidates who can follow the company's standards."

They looked at each other and then each looked at Elizabeth, nodding their understanding.

"Good. Now go out and enjoy the weekend."

Ben said, "Thanks, Elizabeth."

Marie said, "If you need anything-"

"Go!" She shooed them out of the conference room. Once they were gone, Elizabeth turned back and looked at the oval shaped table. There were four stacks of folders and papers sitting at one side of the table where her laptop was positioned. Marie and Ben had helped collect and bring in the data she needed for her meeting with William on Monday.

She sat at the table and turned on her laptop. While she was waiting for it to start up, she began sorting the paperwork by what she wanted to look at first. She looked down at her watch and saw it was almost ten in the morning.

If she were still at home, she would be just waking up. She would then look through the paper while having breakfast. After breakfast, she would check her e-mail and get caught up on her correspondence.

It had been a long time since Elizabeth had spent a Saturday morning like that and she had hoped that this morning would have been spent that way. She had even stayed late last night so she could have a work-free weekend.

Elizabeth looked around the gray and white room. Some light from the bright California sun peeked through, but it was no match for the large vertical slats of the blinds that were in place to block it out. She stood up and pulled the blinds open. Since she had to work on a lovely Saturday morning, she could at least have some sun.

She sat back down and clicked on her e-mail. Even though she probably would not have time to respond to any, she wanted to check if there was any new mail.

In a few minutes, a new message appeared. It took her a moment to recognize the address.

It was from a GGA20@aol.com. She opened it.

Hi EM!

I read your article about "The Blind Date" and even though I've never been on a blind date, I can still empathize with you. I know what it's like to be around people you can't stand.

Anyway, I shared your article with my brother. Being male, he didn't have a lot of verbal insight, but I think the occasional chuckle and smile left on his face were good indications that the subject matter wasn't completely over his head.

G

Elizabeth could not help smiling. This 'G' person had an uncanny way of bringing her good humor when Elizabeth did not think she had any left. She hit the reply button and began typing.

Hey G!

I have to thank you for your e-mail. It's actually quite amusing because for the second time you've managed to lift my spirits. Don't worry, it's not due to another blind date. (I've learned my lesson.) It's due to the fact that it's such a wonderful day and I'm stuck indoors. But, your message was the perfect pick-me up.

I was surprised when you said you shared my article with your brother. I didn't have a male reader in mind when I wrote it. But, I'm glad he enjoyed it all the same. Perhaps your brother can learn from it and won't inflict the same kind of agony on someone else.

I have to get back to work. Enjoy your Saturday!

EM

PS
Have you decided on a major yet? Sorry, I couldn't resist.

Elizabeth hit send. Then she opened her music files. Incubus and No Doubt would have been perfect choices. Their fast paced beats and honest lyrics had a way of getting her out of a bad mood. However, she was no longer in a foul mood. Classical music probably would have been a responsible choice, but since it was the weekend, she wanted something that would be easy to listen to, but would also keep her in good spirits. She clicked open her Billie Holiday file.

The sound of the saxophone and piano echoed in the conference room, but it was Ms. Holiday's experienced voice that transformed her laptop into a radio from that era, giving Elizabeth the feeling like she was listening to Ms. Holiday singing live.

You go to my head
and you linger like a haunting refrain.
And I find you spinning round in my brain
like the bubbles in a glass of champagne.

Elizabeth returned her attention to her work. She pursued it with renewed interest. Although she wanted to be prepared for her meeting with William on Monday, what she wanted more was to be out of the office.

Upstairs, another assistant was getting things in order for her boss. Sarah had been working for the company only a little longer than Elizabeth. The position of William Darcy's assistant was not an easy one to fill especially since the previous assistant had been serving the Darcys for close to thirty years. Sarah's mother had not only served William, but William's father and grandfather.

Now, it was her turn.

She did not know how her mother did it, but she managed each CEO with an efficiency that was unrivaled. Sarah wanted to prove that she would be no disappointment to her boss, but especially to her mother. She did not want her mother to think it was a mistake recommending her own daughter to take her place.

Her presence in the office on a Saturday was nothing out of the ordinary. She was certain everything was in order, but wanted to double check because William would be back on Monday. She knew he hated reviewing things he had missed, but it was necessary. In order to make the process more bearable, she made sure the agenda and needed paperwork were on hand so that it all would move without a hitch.

Her routine was interrupted by a ding from the elevator. The doors parted and in glided William Darcy.

"Mr. Darcy," Sarah looked down at the paperwork she had been sorting. "I didn't know you'd be in. If I had known-"

He held up his hand. "It's alright." He looked at the papers strewn across her desk. "It's Saturday. What are you doing here?"

She blinked several times. "I'm always here on Saturdays."

"You are?" His brow wrinkled. "Is it really necessary?"

"Of course. I want to make sure things run smoothly for the upcoming week."

"But-"

"I have to prioritize, so that none of your time is wasted."

"Sarah-"

"And I also want to be prepared for anything that-"

"Sarah."

She looked at him.

He chose his words with care. "You have no reason to doubt your abilities. You've carried out your duties with the kind of endeavor that your family is known for."

"Thank you, Mr. Darcy, but-"

"How's your mother?"

She hesitated before she said, "She's fine. My mother is actually visiting her sister."

His eyebrows shot up. "Mrs. Reynolds?"

She nodded. "She's actually been staying with her for awhile."

"That's good. I'm sure the estate has never been in such capable hands before."

Sarah smiled.

He asked, "So, what's so important that it brought you in on a Saturday?"

"I'm always-" She cleared her throat. "I just wanted-"

"To be prepared?"

She gave him a small smile.

He pointed to the papers scattered on her desk. "Is this stuff for Monday?"

"Yes."

He looked at her. She was tapping her foot and gave him an anxious look. "Did you want to go over it right now?"

"If you're ready."

He looked at the insurmountable amount of paper. "Actually, I was hoping to find out about something in particular."

"What did you want to know?"

"I wanted to know about this 'pickup' line they're working on downstairs."

Sarah rummaged through the papers. "Pickup line?" She looked in a couple of folders.

"I have a lunch meeting on Monday-"

"Lunch meeting?" She rifled through her date book, knowing she had not scheduled a meeting on a Monday after he had been out of town the previous week .

"I scheduled the meeting yesterday," he admitted to her.

"Yesterday?"

"Actually, last night."

Her brow wrinkled. "You mean you got back sooner than planned."

"Yes."

She grabbed a pencil. "Who are you having lunch with?"

He cleared his throat. "Elizabeth Bennet."

She penciled the name in the date book. Then she looked up at him. "Isn't she Richard's assistant?"

"Yes."

She hesitated before she said, "Should I make reservations for somewhere or have lunch delivered?"

He thought for a moment. Then he said, "Have it delivered. She wants to talk about that pickup line."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Darcy, but isn't it Richard's job to go over things like that?"

He rubbed the back of his neck. "I suppose it is, but. . ."

She waited for him to continue.

William knew that Sarah, like her mother, was very discrete. He said, "I thought I had asked her to lunch, but for some reason she thought I was asking her about this pickup line thing-"

"Oh."

"And now I have to find out what it is before Monday because I don't want to look like a fool because I have absolutely no idea what she's talking about-"

"Mr. Darcy-"

"What should we have for lunch? What do you have for lunch for something like this?"

"Mr. Darcy." He looked at her. Then she said, "Don't worry about lunch, I'll take care of it. Now, as for the purpose of the meeting," She rummaged through a folder. "I believe the pickup line has to do with," She cleared her throat. "Caroline Bingley's department."

"Yes. Last night, Elizabeth and Charlotte were talking about it."

"I see." She thought for a moment. "I haven't talked to either assistant about this. I could call-"

"No." He said, "I'll just go downstairs-"

"I can do that for you."

He gave her a small smile. "What you could do is go home."

She had a stricken look on her face.

"I meant go home and enjoy the rest of the weekend."

She let out a sigh. "In just a minute. I have one more thing-"

"Sarah."

"Alright. I will."

He shook his head. He said good-bye to her and then walked to the elevator. He knew she probably was not going to leave right away, but at least she knew that he did not expect her to spend her Saturday here. William walked into the elevator and hit the button for Richard's floor. Sometimes Richard left documents on his desk. Perhaps this time William might be lucky.

The elevator doors parted and he walked towards Richard's office. The door was ajar, so he pushed it opened. When he got to Richard's desk, he was surprised to see that it was empty. He raked his fingers through his hair. What am I supposed to do now?

He wandered out of Richard's office. He knew it was not really a big deal to not know anything about the pickup line. In fact, that's what meetings were for; to learn more about what's going on. He just could not help feeling he needed to be on his toes for this particular meeting. Elizabeth's desk was empty as well. He supposed she was the reason for Richard's uncharacteristic tidy desk.

William stood in the hallway with his hands on his hips. He thought about calling Elizabeth, asking her for more details. Then he realized that was what the meeting was for. He supposed he could call Charlotte, but that involved finding out her number which would mean asking Richard. William knew Richard would not give Charlotte's number without asking for an explanation first and William was not willing to explain his predicament.

He let out a deep sigh. William realized he would have to be unprepared. The feeling was quite unsettling. William tried to push it aside. So what if he had no idea what she would be talking about? He would just have to bear down and concentrate on the details and information she put forth. He thought this would not be such a difficult thing to do except he started remembering how soft her shoulders looked in that red top she wore last night.

He shook his head to get rid of the image. He reminded himself that she was an assistant that worked for his company. That idea helped him get himself together.

William turned to go to the elevators when he heard something coming down the hallway. He followed the sound, thinking perhaps it was just some employees at work. When he got closer to the source, it was not a discussion, but one voice, singing.

You got to my head
like a sip of sparkling burgundy brew.
And I find the very mention of you
like the kicker in a julep or two.

He stopped in the doorway, struck by the sight he saw in the conference room. The blinds had been opened which allowed the sunlight to flood the room. He had never seen it so bright and airy. However, what struck him most was the woman sitting at the table.

The thrill of the thought that
you might give a thought to my plea
casts a spell over me.

He recognized the singer and the song. On Sunday afternoons, his parents would play Billie Holiday, Nat King Cole, Etta James, Glenn Miller, and other classic jazz or big bands. They would dance on the shaded porch, oblivious to everyone and everything. When he was a teenager, it embarrassed him. They would dance for what would seem like hours to this 'old' people's music. Eventually, he learned to appreciate the music and even admired his parents' devotion to each other.

Elizabeth's feet were propped up on the table. She had taken off her shoes and her feet were crossed at the ankles. In one hand, she was holding up some paper that blocked her face, but her other hand held a pencil that tapped her knee in a gentle manner.

For the first time, he was beginning to understand why his father held his mother close to him for hours on that porch.

Still I say to myself
get a hold of yourself.
Can't you see that it can never be.

Elizabeth had gone through half of the papers she had brought to the conference room. It was not as tedious as she thought it would be. In fact, she was a little fascinated by it. The idea about being a writer was something that she had been playing around with for some time now, but reading about all the behind the scenes efforts that went into becoming a published writer had put it into perspective for her. It certainly was not something to be entered into on a whim.

She was reading the summary of an author's manuscript when she caught something with the corner of her eye. Instead of setting the paper down, she said, "Did you guys forget something?"

When there was no response, she continued, "Marie, I told you I'd be fine. Ben, you're the guy. You're supposed to be the domineering one."

"I'm afraid Ben and Marie aren't here."

The unfamiliar voice caused her to sit up in her seat. "Mr. Darcy!" Elizabeth dropped the papers in her hand on the floor. She scrambled to pick them up, but in no time, William was by her side picking up the papers.

He handed the papers to her.

She said, "Thank you." Then she turned around and started to arrange the papers in a haphazard manner. "What are you doing here?"

He took a seat next to her. "I was just checking in."

"Checking in?"

"Well, my name is on the building."

Elizabeth looked at him and saw a small smile on his face.

You go to my head
with a smile that makes my temperature rise.
Like a summer with a thousand Julys.
You intoxicate my soul with your eyes.

She raised an eyebrow and said, "So is Richard's and your aunt's name."

"True, but it was my turn to come in and make sure that the help wasn't stealing any office supplies and stuff."

Elizabeth gave him a playful smile. Then she said, "Damn, and I thought I was going to get all this free paper."

He let out a small laugh.

Though I'm certain
that this heart of mine
hasn't a ghost of a chance
in this crazy romance.

You go to my head.
You go to my head.*

She lowered the volume on her laptop.

William glanced at the paper on the table. "You wouldn't be getting away with much. There's writing all over these papers."

"Is there?" She started putting away the various stacks of papers in their respective folders. "Well, it's a good thing I already took home a ream of clean paper yesterday."

He smiled at her. Then he took a pad of paper that had a profuse amount of feminine handwriting. "Is this about the pickup line you mentioned last night?"

Elizabeth stopped sorting the files. She sat back down in her seat. She said, "Yes. I was just gathering some notes for our meeting on Monday."

He laughed to himself. "I came down here looking for something like this."

Her brow wrinkled. "I would've done a thorough job." She waited for him to respond, but he was intent on reading her notes. She continued, "I'm also helping out Charlotte. Not that she needs that much help, but since we decided to meet about this, I thought I should have something prepared. I didn't know much about it. I-"

"This is good."

She blinked several times. "Good?"

"You were very thorough."

"I'm not even finished."

"But, just from this, I understand what you meant by pickup line."

"You do?"

"Sure." He gave her back the notepad. "I didn't realize our children's department was so lacking."

"It wasn't always like that."

"I know." He leaned back in his chair. "Ever since Anne left, that department hasn't been up to par."

"Charlotte's-"

"I'm sure Charlotte is an excellent assistant." He hesitated before he added, "But, an excellent assistant can only go so far if the editor is useless."

Those were harsh words, truthful, but harsh. She said, "I don't think it's fair to-"

"How can you be so compassionate towards a woman who practically stole your job?"

"I never had the job, so it'd be impossible to have it stolen from me."

"Are you telling me that you've never thought about what it would be like to be in Caroline's position?"

"I'll admit that I've thought about it, but I also have a job that I like and enjoy." She said, "What's the use of dwelling on something that's not to be? Especially when things aren't really that bad."

"So, you're really fine with it?"

She shrugged. "How else should I feel?"

"Upset? Cheated? Frustrated?"

"And what would that accomplish?" She did not hear him say anything, so she continued, "Anyway, Charlotte and I will do our best so that Caroline won't look like a complete fool. It's the least I could do."

"The least you could do? If I were in your position, I don't think I could be as compassionate."

"Compassionate? You have me mistaken for Jane." She looked at him. "I may not like Caroline or agree with anything she does, but as an editor for this company, I'll do my best not to make her look stupid to other people in the business."

"But-"

"I don't want Charles or Richard to suffer for her shortcomings as an editor."

He studied her for a moment.

Elizabeth shut down the music from her laptop. She slipped her shoes on and then she gathered her things together.

William said, "I understand."

She said, "Good."

"But, as director of this company, I also have the right to change things as I see fit."

"Of course you do."

"That's why I think you should head this project."

Elizabeth stopped putting away her stuff. "What did you say?"

"You should head this project."

"I don't think you understand. This is Caroline's responsibility."

"And I think it's a responsibility beyond her qualifications."

"If anything, Charlotte should be the one to head this project. She has seniority over me."

"You're both assistants."

"Yes, but she's been here longer than me."

"Wouldn't you be more qualified?"

"Me?"

"Didn't you say you had a degree in Literature?"

"I did say that, but you can't just-"

"Listen," he leaned closer, "I'm not going to cast out Caroline without a second thought to her career."

"But, I don't think she's going to like the idea of two assistants taking over her job."

He thought for a moment and then said, "Well, I'll make sure she's distracted, so she won't notice."

"Alright." She swallowed hard before she said, "But, don't you think offering yourself like that to her is a bit extreme?"

"Offering myself?"

"Yes. I think we could get a lot past Caroline with you. . . running interference."

"Me? Why would I-"

"She's very. . . fond of you."

William opened and closed his mouth several times before he said, "I didn't mean distracting her in that way."

"You didn't?"

"No!"

She let out a small laugh. "Sorry." The expression on his face gave her the impression that the mere idea of being with Caroline in any way was revolting. Again, she said, "I'm sorry."

He shook his head. "It's alright."

"I just thought. . ."

"What?"

"I thought you two were. . ."

"What?"

"I thought you two were an item of some sort."

His eyes widened. "What made you think that?"

She shrugged. "You two seem to get along alright."

"When have we ever looked like we got along alright?"

"Well, last weekend when Jane and I were at the house. You seemed to get along with her then."

"I was in the study for most of the weekend."

"Oh, last night. When you were talking to her and her friends. You seemed to be enjoying yourself."

"Enjoying myself? I was being held hostage."

"Hostage?" She looked at him with disbelief.

"Yes. Hostage." He looked at her for a moment before he said, "I remember you being associated with a man not too long ago that you emphatically denied any connection to."

She gave him a blank look.

He said, "In fact, you were very clear on how a person should not make such judgments on people because it made them look stupid."

She felt her cheeks burn. "Oh."

"Let's get one thing straight." He looked at her. "As much as you don't like being associated intimately with Bill Collins, I would like you to give me the same consideration with Caroline Bingley."

She looked away from him. "I had no idea."

He felt a burden lift from his shoulders. "It's alright."

"No. It's not." This time she looked at his eyes. "I shouldn't have speculated about your personal life that way. It was completely unprofessional."

"Elizabeth, I said it was-"

"No." Her voice was firm. "I had no right."

"You corrected me when I-"

"That's different."

"How?"

"Well, you're the CEO of this company."

"What does that have to with this?"

"You're allowed to make sure you have the best quality employees for your company."

"I suppose, but how is that connected with who I date."

She hesitated for a moment. "Earlier this morning, I lectured my interns about Richard's strict policy on gossiping because they asked me if I was dating Bill Collins."

"Richard has a policy on gossiping?"

"Sort of." She said, "Anyway, I also told them that this company has high expectations towards professional behavior."

"That's good."

She shook her head. "The point is how can I lecture these interns about gossiping and then turn around and accuse the CEO of this company of dating an editor."

"Don't be so hard on yourself."

"I appreciate your understanding, but," She gave him a small smile before she said, "I'll never speculate about who you date again."

"Never?"

She shook her head. "It's none of my business."

William was not sure how he should feel about that.

"Are you staying?"

He looked around and saw that Elizabeth had gotten up and now was standing in the doorway with her bag and the files in one arm.

"Oh, no." He stood up and walked out of the room with her.

They walked towards the elevator.

While they were waiting for it, William said, "I didn't know that Richard had a policy about gossiping."

She shifted in her spot. "Well, he sort of doesn't."

He looked at her. "What do you mean?"

"Some times he participates."

"That sounds more like the truth."

They walked into the elevator. "I told him as one of the senior editors he shouldn't be gossiping with the interns."

"I suppose that does look a bit questionable."

She nodded. "He's gotten a lot better at it though."

"You mean, you've kept an eye on him."

She chuckled and said, "Yeah."

"But gossiping is bound to happen."

"I know. I also know it can't be avoided. It's just. . ."

"What?"

"Well, I did some observations at a high school before working here and. . ."

"Was there a lot of gossiping?"

"No. Not that much." A corner of her mouth pulled up. She said, "This place is actually like working at Dawson's Creek. Everyone wants to know who is dating who."

He laughed. Then he said, "I mean this in a friendly way with no ulterior motives."

She looked at him.

He said, "What are you doing tonight?"

She could not help laughing. Then she said, "I'm going out with my sisters."

"Oh. A girls' night out."

"Yes." They stepped off the elevator. "Jane and I promised Kitty and Lydia that we'd accompany them to see this band."

"That's very nice of you and Jane." He opened the lobby door for her.

"Well, I think my father's insistence that their older sisters accompany them was a factor." They walked towards the parking lot.

"Your parents don't share the same musical tastes as your younger sisters."

"No, I'm afraid not."

"Well, I can understand their not wanting their younger daughters to go to some sports arena where thousands of people-"

"Actually, it's not at an arena."

"Where is it?"

"It's at a bar."

"What bar allows underage people in?"

"A bar which I happen to know the owners almost intimately."

He raised an eyebrow.

"Charlotte's brothers."

"Oh." He said, "What do you mean by almost intimately."

"Mr. Darcy," She raised an eyebrow at him. "Didn't we just have a discussion about speculating on a person's personal life?"

"Our discussion was based on not talking about my personal life."

She laughed. "Right." They stopped in front of her car. "I say almost because I've put my hands down their pants several times," When she saw the look of shock on his face, she finished her sentence, "playing football."

He watched her in amazement while she put her bag and the files in her car. Then he said, "If that's almost intimate, then that means we've been almost intimate."

She shut the back door and turned to face him. "I'm afraid not."

He gave her a questioning look.

"You see, I've only done that with you once." The amusement in her eyes was apparent. "I've done that to them several times."

He could not help feeling a little jealous of Charlotte's brothers. Then he said, "But, you've kissed me."

She was about to object, but then she remembered the peck she gave him for ordering the Bartender's Drink. Then she said, "Actually, I've also kissed Craig."

William struggled to keep a straight face. "Oh."

She continued, "I was ten and he was eleven. We wanted to know what the big deal was, so we kissed. But, afterwards, we thought everyone was crazy because it was gross."

He gave her a good-natured smile. William also wondered if that was the last time she kissed him.

She hesitated before she said, "I guess since we've talked this morning about the pickup line, we don't have to meet for lunch on Monday."

"On the contrary," A small smile appeared on his lips, "you owe me lunch."

"Owe you?"

"Absolutely." There was a twinkle in his eye. "If I'm going to distract Caroline, so that you and Charlotte can work on this project, I think having lunch with me is the least you could do."

Elizabeth opened her mouth, but closed it. A smile spread across her lips and then she shook her head. When she recovered from her laughter, she said, "Fine."

They settled on a time for lunch on Monday and then they parted. Elizabeth was not sure what happened, but soon her thoughts were diverted by her plans for the evening.

* "You Go to My Head" sung by Billie Holiday from her CD Love Songs.

Chapter 9 ~ Second Thoughts

Posted on Monday, 30 June 2003

I think the one lesson I have learned is that there is no substitute for paying attention.
~ Diane Sawyer

"Can we please sit at our own table?"

"No, Lydia."

"Please?"

"Lydia," Elizabeth's tone was firm, "if Dad wanted us to come with you and Kitty tonight, what makes you think he'd want you two to sit by yourselves."

Jane added, "Plus, Peter and Craig allowed both of you in as a favor. They could get in trouble if anything ever happened-"

"Fine." Lydia slouched in her chair.

Caught between her younger sister's need to be independent and her older sisters' wisdom, Kitty looked at Lydia and then back at her older sisters. After a moment, she said, "Maybe we could sit closer to the band if one of you sat with us."

Lydia sat up in her seat, giving them a pleading look. Apparently, this was enough of a compromise.

Elizabeth and Jane looked at each other for a moment.

Elizabeth said, "Well. . ."

Lydia said, "Or we could all move closer."

Jane saw the reluctant look on Elizabeth's face. Elizabeth was not one for willingly subjecting herself to loud music. Jane said, "I'll move up with you two. Elizabeth you can stay here."

Elizabeth said, "Oh, but Jane-"

She waved her hand in the air. "I'll be fine." Jane stood up and motioned for her younger sisters to stand up as well.

Elizabeth stood up. She said, "Thanks, Jane. I'll sit at the bar then."

Jane herded her younger sisters to a table closer to where the band would be performing. Elizabeth walked to the bar.

They had arrived a little early, but it was already difficult to find an open stool at the bar. She scanned the bar for a seat and almost gave up when she heard Craig's voice.

"Over here, Elizabeth."

She saw Craig wave at her from the end of the bar. She smiled and walked to the empty seat.

Once she was situated, she said, "I almost missed this."

Craig smiled and said, "I was saving it for Charlotte, but I think we'll get her to help out back here."

"Charlotte's coming?" Craig nodded. She said, "Good. Well, if you guys need help-"

He waved his hand. "Tonight you're a guest."

"I can help until Charlotte arrives."

"I think we'll be alright."

"Are you sure?"

Craig gave her a reassuring smile. "Yeah. Peter and I can hold down the fort."

She looked at Peter who was talking to a tall blonde. She said, "I'm sure you both will be fine."

He chuckled.

She said, "So, where did you two find this band?"

He lifted one shoulder up and then down. "Peter found them. They walked in off the street and he had them play. I've heard them play a couple of songs and they're not that bad."

She laughed. "By the way, thanks for letting Kitty and Lydia in tonight."

He shook his head. "Not a problem. Just make sure they keep those underage bracelets on."

"Did you see Lydia's face when she had to put on one of those?" He shook his head. She continued, "She looked as if you had told her to put on some shackles."

He shook his head again. "That's Lydia."

"I know." Her expression turned serious. "Sometimes I think my parents indulge her too much."

Craig leaned on the bar with both his hands and said, "She's really not that bad."

"Well," She looked over at the table where her sisters were sitting. She saw Lydia smiling at a guy setting up instruments. "I suppose she isn't, but if she's given a chance-"

"That won't happen since she has two older sisters looking out for her."

She gave him a small smile. She said, "And two guys watching over her like brothers."

He returned her smile.

A few minutes later, Charlotte walked into the bar.

Elizabeth waved at her and Charlotte approached her. Elizabeth said, "Craig just told me you were coming. I offered to help out, but he wouldn't let me."

Charlotte said, "Of course not. That's not what you're here for."

"Charlotte-"

She waved her hand in the air. "Just sit and enjoy the music."

Elizabeth said, "But, I have so much to tell you."

Charlotte raised an eyebrow at her. "So much to tell me? What could've possibly happened between last night and now?"

Elizabeth went on to explain how last night William had heard Charlotte asking Elizabeth for help on the pick-up line and asked her to have lunch on Monday.

Charlotte said, "Wait, William asked you to lunch?"

"Yeah," She shrugged. "I assumed it was because he wanted to talk about the pick-up line."

Charlotte opened her mouth, but closed it. After a moment, she said, "Did something else happen?"

"Well, this morning, I went in to put some notes together for the meeting. Nothing major. Just something so that I didn't look like a complete idiot."

"I would've helped you."

"I know. But, I thought you had plans with Richard today."

She blushed. "Well, yeah. But still-"

"Don't worry about it, Charlotte. I was planning to tell you about it tomorrow anyway."

"So, you got enough information."

"I think so, but here's the thing. While I was writing notes, guess who walks in?"

Charlotte waited for her to continue.

When Elizabeth saw that Charlotte was not going to hazard a guess, she said, "William Darcy."

"He was at the office this morning?"

She nodded.

"So, what happened?"

"He looked at what I had gathered so far and he seemed to like it."

"Oh."

"But," She hesitated before she added, "He liked it so much that he wants both of us to head the project."

Charlotte's eyes widened. "Are you serious?"

Elizabeth nodded while saying, "I told him you should head the project because you've been there longer, but he-"

Charlotte waved her hand. "I don't care about that." She smiled at her friend. "I'm so glad we'll be working on something together."

"You're not upset?"

"Of course not. Why would I be? I get to work with my best friend."

"Charlotte, I'm so glad to hear you say that."

"This is going to be great. I can't wait-"

Elizabeth looked at Charlotte. "What's wrong?"

"What about Caroline? She's clueless, but not stupid. She'll wonder what we're both doing and why she isn't-"

"He said he'd take care of it."

"What do you mean he'll take care of it?"

She shrugged. "Mr. Darcy said that he'd make sure Caroline would be distracted."

Charlotte raised an eyebrow. "Distracted?"

"I don't know exactly what he plans to do, but he assured me it would be work related."

She put a hand on her hip. "He had to assure you?"

Elizabeth open and closed her mouth several times before she said, "I-Well, I thought they were an item and that he-"

"What made you think they were an item?"

"They seemed to get along." She said, "But, he told me that they weren't."

"Did he?"

Elizabeth did not like the knowing look on her friend's face. "Charlotte, stop that."

"What?"

"That. That 'what really happened?' look."

"Then you just have to tell me what really happened this morning?"

"Nothing happened. We just talked about the project."

"That's all?"

"Yes." She looked at her friend who still wore that knowing look. "What?"

"Nothing."

"Charlotte."

"What?"

"I know that look. You're hiding something."

"I'm not hiding anything."

"Charlotte!"

She shrugged. "It's probably nothing."

"What's nothing?"

"Richard asked if I was doing anything tonight and I told him I'd be helping out my brothers."

"And?"

"He asked if you were going to help out too."

Elizabeth's brow wrinkled.

"I told him no, but that you'd be here with your sisters."

"So?"

"Then he said he might stop by with some friends."

Elizabeth still had her brow wrinkled.

"You know who his friends are, Elizabeth."

She shrugged. "I already told Mr. Darcy I was going to be here tonight."

"You told him?"

"He asked me what I'd be doing."

"He asked you that?"

"What? We were just making conversation."

"Right."

"Charlotte, it wasn't like that."

"Sure."

"You think he's coming here tonight?"

"I think there's a strong possibility."

Elizabeth shook her head. "No way. Don't you think that William Darcy has better things to do on a Saturday night?"

Charlotte was about to tell her what she thought William Darcy would rather be doing tonight when Craig said, "Charlotte, are you going to talk all night or help out?"

She said, "Just a minute."

He shook his head and then helped out another customer.

Charlotte said, "I wouldn't discount the idea entirely."

Elizabeth just shook her head.

Charlotte said, "Are you really going to sit there and act like you don't care whether or not you get to see William tonight?"

"Why would I care?"

"Because he's attracted to you."

"What?"

"Oh come on, Elizabeth. Don't say you haven't noticed."

"Noticed what?"

"Didn't you see how he was looking at you last night?"

"At Charles' party?"

"Yes."

"He looked preoccupied with Caroline's friends."

"He may have been standing with them, but his attention was certainly not given to them."

"What are you talking about?"

"He was watching you and . . . what's his name?"

"Mr. Hurst?"

"Yes! It looked like he wanted to throw him out of his seat."

"What? OK. Now I think you're reading too much into things."

"If I'm reading too much, then you're not reading at all."

"Because there's nothing there."

"Elizabeth?"

They both turned around to see a tall blonde addressing Elizabeth. She was the same person Peter had been talking to.

She said, "I'm sorry. Do I know you?"

The young blonde said, "We've only met once. I'm Georgiana Darcy."

"Oh, of course." She smiled at her. "I'm sorry I didn't remember."

"It's alright. You looked familiar and I couldn't remember right away either. Peter told me who you are."

"I see." She looked at Charlotte who gave her an expectant look. "Oh! This is my friend, Charlotte Lucas."

Both ladies shook hands.

Charlotte said, "You wouldn't happen to be related to William Darcy, would you?"

Georgiana gave her a warm smile. "Yes. He's my brother."

"Oh." Charlotte gave Elizabeth a knowing look before she said, "And is your brother with you tonight?"

"Uh . . . no."

Elizabeth shot back one of her own knowing looks at Charlotte.

Georgiana said, "He's coming with Richard."

Charlotte wore a triumphant smile while Elizabeth's face fell.

Georgiana said, "I'm a little surprise that my brother's coming here."

Charlotte said, "Why's that?"

"He doesn't usually like coming to bars."

"I see." Charlotte gave Elizabeth one of her 'I told you so' looks and said, "Well, I have to go help out my brothers. I'll see you two in a bit."

They both watched Charlotte make her way behind the bar and in no time she was in the thick of serving customers their drinks.

Georgiana said, "May I sit next to you?"

"Yes, of course."

Georgiana sat on the bar stool next to Elizabeth. Then she said, "Peter mentioned that you were here with your sisters."

"Yes." She pointed at the table where they were sitting. "They wanted to sit closer to the band and since I'm not big on losing my hearing, I came to sit at the bar."

Georgiana laughed. After a moment, she said, "Is Charlotte the one seeing Richard?"

Elizabeth shifted in her seat. "Yes."

Georgiana nodded.

Elizabeth said, "How did you know?"

"My brother told me."

"He did?"

"Yes. I was surprised, but knowing my aunt. . ."

"She is a little intimidating."

"Maybe just a little." Georgiana watched Charlotte serve a pint a beer to a young man. "But, I think my aunt will like her."

"I think so too."

They were quiet for a moment, listening to the band tune up.

Then Elizabeth said, "So, when are Richard and your brother coming?"

"Soon, I think. They're also bringing Charles."

"Really? I'm sure Jane will like that."

Georgiana hesitated before she said, "I'd like to meet your sisters, if it's not too much trouble."

"Oh. Of course."

"It's just that William has talked about them and I like to put names and faces together."

"Your brother has talked about my sisters?"

She nodded. "He told me he saw them at Charles' party last night."

Elizabeth felt her cheeks burn. "I suppose he told you about . . . our singing too."

Georgiana gave her a wide grin. "He said the song Mary picked was almost poetic and that he enjoyed your singing very much."

Elizabeth blinked several times before she said, "Uh . . . he must've been joking."

She shook her head. "No. Danke Schoen was one of our father's favorite songs and William thought you sang it quite well."

Elizabeth opened and closed her mouth several times. Finally she said, "I had no idea."

"My brother also said he'd very much like to hear you sing again."

This was the first time that any person was able to render Elizabeth speechless in a span of two minutes. Elizabeth did not know Georgiana very well, but she got the impression that Georgiana was not the type to lie. Perhaps exaggerate?

Elizabeth said, "You must be exaggerating."

Georgiana gave her a serious look. "No. Those were his exact words."

Elizabeth looked down at her empty glass unsure of what to say next. In an effort to remain calm, she said, "So, are you here to watch the band?"

She nodded. "I'm going to write an article for my school newspaper."

"Oh." Elizabeth thought for a moment. Then she said, "I remember at your aunt's house that you said you majored in music."

Georgiana shifted in her seat. "Actually, I've been taking music classes, but I haven't actually declared my major yet."

"Don't feel too bad. I think there are two kinds of people-"

"Those who were born knowing what they want to be when they grow up and those who find the concept of being an adult utterly foreign."

Elizabeth stared at her.

Georgiana said, "Did I say something wrong?"

"No. Actually, I was thinking along the same lines."

She laughed. "I read that some where. I don't usually quote things like that."

"Oh." Elizabeth gripped the edge of the bar.

Georgiana saw a troubled expression on Elizabeth's face. "Are you alright?"

She nodded. "I'm fine. I just . . . I'm a little tired. I had to go into work today."

"So, did Will. Did you see him?"

"Uh . . . actually I did."

"Really? He didn't mention it."

"Well, why would he."

"I just thought. . ."

"What?"

"Aren't you two having lunch on Monday?"

Elizabeth shifted in her seat. "Yes."

"I think he's looking forward to it."

"What makes you say that?"

She shrugged. "I don't know. It's just a feeling I have."

"But," Elizabeth struggled to say something, but all she could say was, "it's just lunch."

"True, but he doesn't get to spend his lunch with someone he-"

"Elizabeth!"

She was afraid to look, but she did. She was relieved it was just her sister, Lydia.

"Lydia. What are you doing over here?"

"Look who I met." She stepped to the side and from behind her, Elizabeth saw a young man. Lydia said, "It's George Wickham."

George gave Elizabeth one of his dazzling smiles, but when he saw who Elizabeth was talking to, his smile dimmed.

Elizabeth saw the change in his expression and also noticed that Georgiana looked away from George.

Elizabeth cleared her throat. Then she said, "I didn't know you were going to be here."

George said, "I was over at the studio and heard about this band playing here tonight."

Elizabeth saw Georgiana take a long sip of her soda.

Lydia said, "George says you two have gone out."

"Actually, we've had lunch a couple of times." She flashed a look at George. Then she said, "But, that's all."

"Your sister's right." George cleared his throat. He said, "I have to get back to my friends. It was nice meeting you, Lydia." He looked at Elizabeth and said, "Nice seeing you again." Then his eyes briefly met Georgiana's. He nodded and said, "Georgiana."

She nodded back, but did not say anything.

Lydia watched him walk away. "He's so cute."

Before Elizabeth could say anything, it was Georgiana who said, "That's about it."

Lydia turned around and said, "Do you know him?"

Georgiana said, "I know enough."

Lydia's eyes widened. She said, "What's he like? Does he have a girlfriend? Where does he live?"

"Lydia!"

Lydia shrugged off Elizabeth's warning. She continued, "What do you know about him?"

Georgiana shifted in her seat. A moment passed before she said, "I know that he's way too old for you."

"Too old?"

"Lydia," Elizabeth said, "He's as old as me."

"Yeah, but he's cooler."

Elizabeth rolled her eyes.

Georgiana said, "He's not all that great."

Lydia looked at the blonde that George called Georgiana. Who was she anyway? Maybe she was jealous. "I'm going back to Kitty and Jane." Lydia gave Georgiana another inspection before she left.

Elizabeth said, "I'm sorry about that. Lydia is . . . young."

"Don't worry about it. I remember what it was like to be that age."

She studied Georgiana for a moment. She recognized the expression, but could not place where she had seen it before. Elizabeth had a feeling that Georgiana knew something more than what she was saying.

Georgiana said, "So, what do you think of George?"

"He's charming and good looking which is why I think acting suits him."

"But?"

"I . . . if you're wondering if I like him, it's hard not to, but. . ."

Georgiana waited for her to continue.

She said, "I have this feeling I shouldn't trust him."

Georgiana hesitated before she said, "What makes you think that you shouldn't?"

"It's mostly due to Richard."

"Richard?"

"Yes. He said something to the effect that he doesn't consider him a friend."

"And that's all?"

She nodded. "Coming from Richard that's pretty serious because he gets along with everyone."

"True." Georgiana stared at her glass. "Has my brother said anything?"

"No."

"Oh."

"Why?"

"Just wondering."

Elizabeth saw that expression again. It was thoughtful and gave Elizabeth the impression she was holding something back. Instead of pushing Georgiana to say something, Elizabeth decided it was probably best not to.

Then Georgiana said, "When you have lunch on Monday with my brother, I want you to bring up George."

Elizabeth was not sure what to say.

"Will you do that?"

"I'm not sure-"

"Please."

Elizabeth was struck by the uncanny way Georgiana matched her brother's sincere manner. "Alright."

Craig placed a glass of water in front of Elizabeth. Then he looked at Georgiana and said, "Would you like another drink?"

She smiled at him and said, "I'm alright. Thanks."

"If you two need anything, just let me know."

Elizabeth looked at Craig who was smiling at Georgiana. When Craig realized that Elizabeth was watching him, he wiped off the grin and cleared his throat. "I'll just be over there."

When Craig was gone, Elizabeth said, "That was weird."

Georgiana said, "What?"

"Craig hardly ever smiles."

"Really?"

She nodded. "He doesn't even smile for pictures."

"Oh." Georgiana looked at her glass and then back at Elizabeth. "How well do you know Craig?"

"Well, I lived with him for a while."

"You lived with Craig?"

"Yeah. Along with Peter and David."

Georgiana's brow was wrinkled.

"In college, they were renting a house. A friend of Peter's was supposed to move in, but he flaked out at the last minute. They needed a fourth and I wanted to move out so. . ."

"You moved in?"

She nodded. "Yeah. Charlotte had tried to warn me, but I was determined to get out of the house."

Georgiana laughed. After a moment, her expression sobered and she said, "So, you two were just room mates?"

Elizabeth said, "Yes." Then a small smile pulled at a corner of her mouth. She said, "We all grew up together, so I thought it wouldn't be a big deal living together." She shook her head. "Boys can be so gross."

Georgiana cocked her head to the side. "Really?"

"Yes!"

Georgiana thought for a moment. Then she said, "Well, I guess my brother is not considered a boy."

"Are you telling me he never left out dirty dishes for weeks or ate your favorite cereal?"

"No." Her face was serious. "He always makes sure that everything's taken care of."

"But," Elizabeth thought for minute before she said, "I suppose we are talking about William Darcy."

"He's a very good brother."

"I'm sure he is."

"I mean, I know there are times when it seems like he's. . ."

"Faultless?"

"I'd hardly call him faultless."

"But, he seems so. . ."

"I know what he seems, but he's not really like that. Just this morning, he got two notices that he was late paying the cable bill."

"He pays the cable bill?"

She nodded. "And all the other bills."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Because sometimes people forget he's also a person."

Elizabeth opened her mouth, but then closed it. Of course she knew he was a person. He was the person who owned the company she worked for and probably half of the entertainment industry in LA. She knew it would be pointless to try and convince Georgiana that although William Darcy was the ideal older brother, he was not exactly the greatest boss.

Elizabeth was relieved from responding when the band started playing. There was a strum of a guitar and then the fierce melodic voice of the masculine singer.

I don't want to talk to you anymore.
I'm afraid of what I might say.
I bite my tongue every time you come around,
cause blood in my mouth, beats blood on the ground.

Elizabeth looked over at Georgiana and saw that she was nodding her head to the rhythmic beat of the drums and the powerful playing of the guitar. Elizabeth's recent taste in music consisted of jazz and big band, but she was always open to try something new. Although the combination of the drums and guitar for this music shook her insides, it was the lyrics that distinguished this band from those noisemakers who were only interested on how hard they could rock.

From now on I'm gonna start holding my breath
when you come around and you flex that fake grin;
cause something inside me has said more than twice that
breathing less air beats breathing you in!

William hesitated at the entrance.

Richard turned around and looked at his cousin. "It's called music."

William shook his head. "Really? It sounds like noise."

Charles said, "It's actually quite catchy."

I don't want to talk to you anymore.
I'm afraid of what I might say.
I bite my tongue every time you come around,
cause blood in my mouth, beats blood on the ground.

William shook his head.

Richard gestured to William to come inside the bar. "It's actually not that bad."

William shrugged and then walked into the bar. Richard waved to the bartenders, scanning the bar for Charlotte. Charles did not hesitate and went exploring.

William said, "Where's Charles going?"

Richard said, "Probably to find Jane."

"You don't think he's being a bit too eager."

Richard handed him a drink. He said, "Well, if you were dating Jane, how long would you leave her alone in a place like this?"

"Oh."

"Which reminds me," Richard looked around, "Have you seen Charlotte?"

"No." He looked around as well. "What about Georgiana?"

"I'm sure she's fine."

"In a place like this?"

"She's nearly twenty-one."

"But, not yet."

"Will-"

"This place is near the movie studio."

Richard saw the concerned look on his face and understood. After a moment, he said, "Even if he is here, he's not stupid enough to try anything with her."

"I wouldn't put it past him."

"Will."

He looked at his cousin and then he sighed. "Before you run off with Charlotte, will you just help me find her? I want to make sure she's alright."

Richard nodded. "Of course."

In the meantime, Elizabeth and Georgiana were discussing the band's performance.

Georgiana said, "They're pretty good. A lot more polished than other young bands."

Elizabeth said, "Yeah. I don't usually listen to stuff that rocks like this, but I'm enjoying it."

Georgiana giggled.

"What?"

"Nothing. It's just . . . it's nice that you're open to try new things."

Elizabeth arched an eyebrow. "I'd think you'd get to try numerous things with your brother."

"My brother . . . he knows what he likes and sticks with it."

"Ah." She gave her a good-humored smile. Then she said, "So, hanging out here, listening to a rock band would probably not be something he'd be into?"

She shook her head.

Elizabeth said, "Somehow I'm not surprised."

"Georgiana!" They both looked up.

Richard greeted them with a wide grin. "I knew you'd be fine."

Georgiana said, "Why wouldn't I be?"

He shook his head. "I knew you'd be alright." He looked at Elizabeth. Then he said, "But, your brother-" He looked over his shoulder and in a few seconds William appeared.

"William?"

He cleared his throat. "Hey."

"You're here."

"I was talking to a couple of producers. They want me to-"

"I can't believe you're here."

"Well, Richard-"

"To hang out." Richard cut in. Then he said, "It's Saturday night. He wanted to hang out."

His cousins both stared at him.

Richard ignored them and turned to Elizabeth, asking, "Have you seen Charlotte?"

Elizabeth's brow was wrinkled. She said, "Uh . . . she's helping out behind the bar."

Richard stepped in between Georgiana and Elizabeth, causing them to shift in their seats. Charlotte was serving a customer, but Craig walked over and talked to Richard. With Richard, blocking the way to talk to Georgiana, she became an observer.

I don't want to talk to you anymore.
I'm afraid of what I might say.
I bite my tongue every time you come around,
cause blood in my mouth, beats blood on the ground.

Elizabeth watched William stand a few feet away from them. He smiled at her and then looked at Georgiana. Then he took a step towards her, but then the next step was towards Georgiana. She lowered her face, hiding her smile. She was not sure if he was going to walk over to her or Georgiana. In the end, he stood next to Georgiana.

Hand over my mouth; I'm earning the right to my silence.
In quiet, discerning between ego and timing.
Good judgment is once again proving to me that its
still worth it's weight in gold.

From what she could tell, William and sister's conversation seemed harmless enough. She could not hear anything because of the band and they spoke in lowered voices. However, Georgiana said something to William which caused him to look around the room with an expression she thought bordered on hostility. Elizabeth tried to catch his gaze, but he seemed to be searching with no success. Georgiana whispered something to him again and his eyes searched the room again and this time they narrowed at the table where Jane was sitting with their sisters, however, this time Charles was there as well.

So from now on I'm going to be so much more wary
when you start to speak and my warm blood starts to boil,
that seeing you is like pulling teeth and hearing your
voice is like chewing tin foil.*

What was going on? Elizabeth saw the look of hostility deepen in his expression and she could not help wondering if it was directed at Jane and Charles. Why would he look at them like that? She could only conclude that perhaps he did not like Jane. It was hard for her to believe, but then again, not too long ago, he had called her a liar and a cheat.

Then without warning, his gaze focused on her. He said, "Georgiana, tells me that your younger sister, Lydia, has met George Wickham."

Elizabeth blinked several times before she said, "Yes."

William tapped Richard on the shoulder. Richard turned around and William said, "He's here."

The good humor disappeared from Richard's face. He said, "Are you sure?"

"He's met Elizabeth's younger sister, Lydia."

Richard looked at Elizabeth. "He has?"

"Yes."

"Where is she now?"

Elizabeth pointed. "She's with Jane."

Richard looked over at the table. "Charles is there too."

William said, "But, Richard-"

He held up his hand. "We don't want to cause a scene."

"We should leave."

Georgiana stood up. "Leave?"

"You shouldn't be here."

"I'm alright. I can handle it."

"Georgiana, I think-"

"No. We can't leave."

"But-"

Richard stepped in between them. "Alright." He turned to face William. "I'm going to walk over there to say hi to Jane. I'm sure if George sees that I'm here, he'll put two and two together."

William said, "But-"

He continued, "If anything, he should be the one to leave." Richard walked towards Jane and Charles.

Elizabeth was not sure what to make of what had just happened. She was sure that William had been scowling because of Jane and Charles, but it turned out that he was upset about George Wickham being here. She would have scoffed at the whole thing and dismissed it as a whole testosterone-territorial male thing, but the somber expression on Georgiana's face made her realize perhaps his younger sister was involved.

There was an awkward silence. William and Georgiana were waiting for Richard to return. In an attempt to lighten the situation, Elizabeth said, "You know, I'm surprised you're here."

They both looked up at her. Then Georgiana looked at William. Realizing that she was addressing him, William said, "Oh."

"We were just talking about you."

William turned to face her. "You two were talking about me?"

She nodded. "I was just telling your sister that you don't seem the type to just hang out at a bar."

He looked down at his glass. "I . . . don't normally . . . but, Richard and Charles. . ."

Elizabeth gave him a knowing smile. She said, "Oh. Your friends thought it would be a good idea to come here tonight."

He nodded.

She tilted her head to the side. Then she said, "I understand why Richard and Charles wanted to come here, but why did you?"

William shifted in his spot, and Georgiana looked away, biting her lower lip.

Then William looked over at the band and said, "They're playing a different song."

There's something about the look in your eyes,
something I noticed when the light was just right.
It reminded me twice that I was alive,
and it reminded me that you're so worth the fight.

Elizabeth turned to listen and was surprised by how the band had switched from strong guitar and drum rhythms to a melody that was laid back. Even the singer's tone had change. Gone were the angst-ridden vocals and in its place was a rich, warm serenade.

My biggest fear will be the rescue of me.
Strange how it turns out that way.
Could you show me dear . . . something I've not seen?
Something infinitely interesting.

Georgiana was not sure what she was witnessing. Elizabeth was enjoying the performance and her brother . . . She had never seen her brother look at a woman that way. At first he tried to watch the band, but his eyes finally settled on Elizabeth. She could not explain why, but for some reason the expression on William's face reminded her of their father.

There's something about the way you move,
I see your mouth in slow motion when you sing.
More subtle than something someone contrives,
your movements echo that I've seen the real thing.

A small smile appeared on William's lips when the image of Elizabeth singing karaoke popped into his head. He was being honest when he told Georgiana that he enjoyed her performance very much. Elizabeth's singing was not the best he had heard. However, she had somehow managed to mesmerize everyone. He was not sure what it was about her that could captivate a person in such a way, but a part of him wanted to find out.

Your biggest fear will be the rescue of you.
It's strange how it turns out that way.
Could you show me dear. . . something I've not seen?
Something infinitely interesting.**

Elizabeth had stopped watching the band sometime ago, but kept her eyes focused in that general area. At first she thought perhaps that something was wrong and she looked over at Jane. Richard had taken a seat with them and they seemed to be having a lively conversation. Well, at least, Richard and her younger sisters were.

Then she realized that William was no longer watching the band. Elizabeth had no way of knowing if he was looking at her without looking at him herself, but she could not bring herself to check. She tried to come up with reasons why he would be looking at her in the first place. The only reason that was logical to her was that William looked at her because he was looking for flaws.

A cascading sound made by the drummer on the cymbals signaled the end of the song. The crowd applauded and then the singer thanked them and said they were going to take a short break.

When Elizabeth turned around, she was relieved to see that William was looking towards where Jane was seated.

Georgiana said, "I'm sure they're fine."

William took one last look before he said, "You're probably right."

Georgiana sensing that her brother wanted to talk to Elizabeth decided to provide a way. She said, "I'm going to get another soda. Did you guys want another drink?"

They both declined.

Georgiana turned away to order a drink and in no time, Craig was there to help.

William could not help being a little concerned at how easy Georgiana fell into conversation with the young man.

"That's Craig."

William looked at Elizabeth. "You know him?"

She nodded. "He's one of Charlotte's brothers."

His features relaxed. "Oh."

She let out a small laugh.

"What?"

"You're worse than having four brothers."

He hesitated before he said, "Well, I'm also her guardian."

Her brow wrinkled.

"When our parents passed away, I became her guardian."

"Oh."

He looked down at his half empty glass.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know."

He looked at her for a minute and then said, "No, I suppose you wouldn't."

She was not sure how to proceed.

He said, "But, I think a bar is hardly a place to talk about such things."

Elizabeth saw a small smile tug at the corner of his lips. She said, "So, what kind of things should people talk about in a bar?"

William though for a moment before he said, "I'd say books, but I'm sure you're quite tired about the subject."

She laughed. "I don't know what gave you that impression." Then she said, "Besides, people don't usually talk about books in a bar."

"True." He said, "Well, what do people talk about in a bar?"

"I think it depends on who you're with."

"Why should it matter?"

"Because I wouldn't talk to you about the same things I talk about with Jane or Charlotte."

"I see your point." A twinkle appeared in his eyes. "So, what do you all talk about?"

"It's not as intriguing as it sounds."

He waited for her to continue.

Elizabeth did not like the knowing look on his face. She said, "Just the other day we were debating the pros and cons of waxing vs. tweezing."

William gave her a blank expression.

She continued, "Charlotte was telling us about the first time she went into a salon to have her eyebrows waxed."

"Why would she want them waxed off?"

"No. Not to wax off, just to wax around it. To give them shape."

His brow furrowed.

"Anyway, Charlotte was saying how much it hurt."

"Oh my-"

"And it became red and irritated."

William was quiet.

"But, then she said after a while, you get used to it."

"You mean, she still gets her eyebrows waxed?"

Elizabeth nodded.

William looked at her with disbelief. "Why would anyone-The pain. How could-Do you?"

"Oh, no. I just tweeze them."

"Tweeze?"

"With a tweezer."

He thought for a moment. Then he said, "You mean you pull each hair out, one at a time."

"Yes."

He shook his head.

"Your sister probably does it too."

"No. No way."

Elizabeth tapped Georgiana's shoulder. She said, "Georgiana, do you tweeze your eyebrows?"

Georgiana looked at her brother and then at Elizabeth before she said, "Yes."

"You do?"

"Duh, William." She turned back to continue talking to Craig.

Elizabeth said, "See."

He raked his fingers through his hair. "This is what women talk about?"

"This is only the tip of the iceberg."

William closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh.

Elizabeth stifled her urge to laugh. He couldn't really be this clueless, could he? His pale skin told her otherwise.

She said, "Would you like to change the subject?"

He nodded.

She shook her head. "Well, what do you want to talk about?"

"Anything besides the personal grooming habits of women."

She laughed.

After a moment, he said, "If you weren't here, what would you be doing?"

Elizabeth stared at him, surprised by the question. It took her a moment to say, "I'd be at home, probably catching up on some work."

"At this hour?"

"Well, I didn't mention that the TV would be on too."

"Right."

"What about you?"

"Probably the same thing."

"You watch TV?"

"Yes."

She looked at him in disbelief.

"What? What's so hard to believe?"

"You probably watch CNN or 60 Minutes or something."

"Some times, but not all the time." He said, "Do you?"

"No."

"Then why would you think I would?"

She shrugged. "I thought you'd think TV would be a waste of time unless you're watching something informative."

"But, isn't TV for entertainment?"

"Yes, but you don't seem to be the type to watch TV for entertainment."

"The company you work for produces a lot of the stuff on TV."

"So, you watch it for quality control."

He shook his head. "I like catching a game, any game. If I have time, I like watching a movie too." Then he said, "Did you know that if you leave the avocado pits in guacamole, it'll keep it from turning brown?"

"So, you . . . like to watch TV?"

"Yes."

"Just vegging out in front of the TV."

"When I have the time, yes."

The wrinkles on Elizabeth's forehead were deep. She said, "Oh."

It was quiet for a moment. Then she said, "I already knew that about the avocado pits. Carmen told me that."

"Oh. I saw that on The Food Network."

Elizabeth blinked several times. Wasn't this the same man she had been talking to this morning about which books to pick up for the following year? Wasn't this the same man who probably dealt out as well as made millions of dollars a day without batting an eye? She could not, would not reconcile with the idea that the same man vegged out in front of the TV watching The Food Network.

The band was starting again. Jane had tapped Elizabeth on the shoulder. Elizabeth saw that their sisters were in tow.

"What's a matter, Jane?"

"I didn't realize the time."

Elizabeth looked down at her watch. "Wow. It's passed midnight."

"Yeah. At this point, we should just bring the girls back to our place and call mom and dad in the morning."

"Alright."

Lydia said, "Couldn't we just stay a little longer?"

Jane said, "We're already an hour past the time we promised we'd have you back."

"But-"

Elizabeth said, "We're going home."

Elizabeth waved to Charlotte and when she came over Elizabeth told her that they were leaving.

Charlotte said, "What time do you want to get together tomorrow?"

"Do you want to get together for lunch?"

"How about a late lunch?"

"That sounds good."

They said their goodbyes and then Elizabeth joined Jane and her other sisters.

Elizabeth said, "Are we all ready to go?"

Jane nodded. "Aside from Lydia moaning about it being too early, I think we're ready to go."

Elizabeth let out a small laugh.

"Charles offered to walk us out."

Elizabeth smiled. Then she said, "That would be nice." She turned around and waved to Richard.

Georgiana turned to her and said, "It was nice seeing you again."

"It was nice seeing you too."

Georgiana hesitated before she said, "I was wondering. . . if you'd like to get together sometime. Just to hang out."

She gave her a warm smile. "I'd like that."

"Good." Georgiana shot a furtive glance at her brother. "I guess I can just ask my brother for your phone number."

"Actually, he wouldn't have it."

"Oh."

"But, Richard does."

"Right."

They said their goodbyes and Elizabeth turned to William. She stood in the same spot for a moment before she said, "I guess I'll see you Monday."

He nodded. "I look forward to it."

She was not sure how to respond, so she said, "Good night."

After William wished her a good night, Elizabeth walked out with her sisters with Charles as an escort.

When they were gone, William turned to Georgiana and said, "You're planning to. . . hang out with Elizabeth?"

"Yeah," she had a smile on her face, "I hope that's OK."

"It's fine."

She shook her head.

"What?"

"Why do I have to get her phone number from Richard?"

"Well, he is her boss."

"True, but that's not what I meant."

William waited for her to continue.

She let out a short sigh. "I meant, why don't you have it?"

"Why would I have it?"

"Why wouldn't you have it?"

"I . . . Well . . . because. . ."

"Because?"

"She's an assistant."

Georgiana was about to ask her brother what he was insinuating when she caught sight of a particular man walking towards the door.

"What is it, Georgiana?" William looked in the same direction as her and saw that George Wickham was walking out of the bar with a woman. "Are you going to be alright?"

She did not answer until George was gone. "I'll be alright."

"We can go home."

"Maybe in a little while."

They both joined Richard who was talking to Charlotte.

William did not participate very much in the conversation. He half listened and half watched out for Charles to return. He could not help wondering what was taking him so long. He thought maybe he should have walked out with them, but was quick to dismiss the idea.

What was he thinking? He could admit that he enjoyed Elizabeth's company, but that was all. She was Richard's assistant. He could imagine what his business associates would say if they knew-wait. He shook his head to get the thought out. There was nothing to know. Nothing at least that he could be scrutinized or ridiculed for.

William realized that he was going to have lunch with her. He decided he would go through it, but that's all it would be.

*Blood on the Ground and **Echo by Incubus from their CD Morning View.

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