A/N: Something weird happened last chapter with the "AND" signs. They didn't show up. Don't ask me why, I put them in. Technology and I have a sketchy relationship at best. I think we need counseling. So, sorry about that, and I'm going to try something with this chapter that may or may not work, and may or may not be very annoying. We'll just have to wait and see.

Nebula: "Amadeus." I've heard of that. Maybe I will go see it.

Anti-botox: Thank ya muchly.

Sorcha: Don't worry, I have a plan regarding the Evil Sisters of Bingly. One of which you will find out in this chapter.

Anianka: Aw! Thank you so much. I'm all blushy and red.

Tinkoo: Your welcome. I understand the need for a fix after you've just finished a good book.

Lucie: Thank you. And yeah, I know the idea's not original, but I tried to come at it in a different way.

CHAPTER 4

She wasn't what Darcy had expected when Charlie had described her when he'd come back to Netherfield. His PR Rep. had described Elizabeth Bennet still wearing her pajamas and implying that D&andD Inc. had come in to act like an invading hoard. Darcy had been expecting someone older, brasher, and lazy, not a semi-professionally dressed, sharp-tongued young woman. This same young woman now smirked at him from behind the counter of the small coffee shop, with her entrepreneuing relative beside her.

"Hello," Darcy addressed the dark-haired sister. "I take it you're Jane." When she nodded, still offering her friendly smile, he had to admit that his friend had good taste. Jane was quite pretty, and she seemed sweeter than her sister. He turned his attention to the DJ and looked her over again. "And Elizabeth Bennet. You're somewhat different than what I had envisioned."

"Happy to be a surprise," she returned. Her brown eyes crinkled with inappropriate humor.

Darcy cleared his throat and straightened his tie again. "Jane—I can call you by your first name, yes?" She nodded again. "Jane, then. Could you make my friend's order to go? We need to get back to the office for a meeting with the art designer."

"What are you having designed?" Jane asked while she got the Styrofoam containers to hold the soup and sandwich that Charlie had ordered.

"The new logo for the radio station," Charlie answered.

"You're changing our logo!"

Darcy raised an eyebrow at Elizabeth Bennet's outburst, but Charlie disregarded it without so much as a surprised blink. "Mm-hm. My sister—who's the chief art director—said that thought the current logo was 'too 1985,' to use her exact words."

"Well, we can see she listens to Bowling For Soup," Elizabeth muttered. Jane gave her a scolding glance as she headed back through the door to the kitchen. Elizabeth took in a deep breath and let it out. "Well, I guess the logo was a little outdated. A new one wouldn't be so bad. As long as the colors don't clash, and the design isn't horrible, a new logo might be worth it."

"Your confidence in us is inspiring, Elizbeth," Darcy drawled.

"Please," she corrected with the smirk firmly fixed on her mouth, "it's Ms. Bennet. Ms. has a little more umph than Miss, don't you think?"

Neither man had a chance to say anything before Jane came back with Charlie's club sandwich and the lidded Styrofoam bowl of vegetable soup. "Here you go, Charlie. I hope you like it. I'm sorry it took so long."

"Really, it's no problem," Charlie told her. "I'm sure it's well worth the wait."

"Still…." Jane faded off. "Anyway, enjoy the food, and come back and visit soon."

"Charlie," Darcy quietly called his attention back. "We still have that meeting."

"Hm? Yeah! Yes, of course." He turned back to Jane. "I'll see you again, I'm sure." He smiled and took his lunch. "Bye, Jane. G'bye Ms. Bennet."

Lizzy smiled and waved him off. She didn't bother to correct him this time. He wouldn't call her by her first name until he was ready, and she didn't want to lose the ground she'd taken from Mr. Darcy. "Buh-bye, Charlie. Mr. Darcy."

"Ms. Bennet, Jane," Darcy echoed, and then turned from the counter to follow Charles Bingly out to the waiting town car.

When the door jingled shut behind the two men, Jane turned to her sister. "Did you have to be so mean to him? He is your new boss, you know."

"I was not mean," Lizzy argued, rounding the counter to sit on the customer side. "I was perfectly civil considering what he said about me. And about you, for that matter. He called me, and I quote, a 'shock jock.' Who even uses terminology like that to talk unless their selling something? And he said that because Jane's is a small business, no wonder the service was slow, as if you hadn't had to wait for the soup to finish cooking."

"Well, Lizzy, he's a big businessman. He's used to getting coffee at Starbuck's, and his food at fifty-dollar-a-course restaurants. Of course he's a little…impatient."

"His problem's not little, and the phrase you were looking for was 'stuck up'." Elizabeth played with the tops of the plastic stir-sticks. "You're way too nice, Jane. The guy's a jerk."

Jane rolled her eyes. "I'm going to wait to give my opinion on him, thank you. How about we pick a new topic?"

"Sounds good to me. Soooo, you and Charlie the PR guy, huh? Woo-woo." Jane blushed and tried to land a swat on Lizzy's shoulder. "Janey, I'm jealous. He's cute, sweet, successful, not condescending. He's a keeper, Miss Jane Anne Bennet. But you might not want to tell Mom until you've had a few dates. You know how over-eager she gets when we bring home guys."

"Elizabeth, I swear! You're just as bad, you know!"

"Me? The eternal Daddy's Girl! How do you figure?"

"I meet this guy once—and did you notice the lack of him asking me out—and you already have us dating," Jane pointed out.

"Oh, I was only teasing."

"Don't you need to be somewhere?"

Lizzy stuck her tongue out at her sister. "Actually, yes. I stopped by to ask if you wanted anything at the grocery store. I was going to stop before I went home." They swapped preferences for the next week's dinners for another five minutes before Elizabeth left the café to restock their refrigerator.

The next morning at the MKW radio station, Lizzy retold the story of what happened the day before at the coffee shop to Charlotte before she went on air. "I'm serious, this guy a) has no taste; b) can't think of an insult worth a damn; and c) compared meus—to the Howard Stern show. Honestly, does it look like we have Beautiful Bouncing Bimbos in here?"

Charlotte snickered. "Oh! We could get us some Man-Ho's. That would be fun."

"You think management would let us?" Lizzy asked with a conspiratorial grin.

They both laughed, and Charlotte agreed that the new owner of MKW 101.3 was a jerk, and had no sense of humor. "Hey, we better get going. Looks like Rob and Dylan are almost done in there." Charlotte pointed through the sound-proof glass into the studio where the midnight-to-five guys wrapped up their on-air stint. True to her prediction, both men lumbered out of the studio sleepy eyed a minute later.

" 'Night, ladies," Rob said as he started down the hall. Dylan just nodded and added a little grunt by means of hello and good-bye.

"Good night, guys," Lizzy called after them. "See you tomorrow."

Charlotte waved.

Once inside and hooked up, Lizzy quickly read over the notes and memos that had come in for the DJ's to recite on-air. New sponsor…new movie promo…stop bad-mouthing the new check-payers…and, finally, the advertisement for the local festival. Elizabeth grinned at the last one. This was one of her favorite times of year.

The recorded track that had been playing rolled to a stop and Charlotte gave Lizzy a thumbs-up to signal that she was live. The disc jockey smiled into space and welcomed the earliest risers into the waking world. She felt their pain. "But," she added, "I have some good news. We are now, officially, only two weeks away from the Merriton fall festival. Yeah, the End-of-Summer A'Fair is coming up on August 19th -21st, down on Main Street. Everyone's gonna be there, and you don't want to miss out, do you? What's going to happen if you don't show up, you ask? Well, we're just going to have to talk about you behind your back. Plus, we'll make you eat bugs later. See? You have to come. No one wants to be made fun of, and then have to eat a worm."

Charlotte chuckled from inside the producer's box. Leave it to Lizzy to think up a promotion like that.

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POST-A/N: This chap was kind of short. I'll try to do better next time.