William scans the ballroom, searching for red hair amongst the mass of floor length gowns and tuxedo jackets. Chatter rises up from the tables, chairs slide across the wood floor as friends and colleagues greet each other with a kiss on the cheek and a firm handshake.

He and Lizzie have been married ten years, but William has waited for this night for much longer than that. He's waited since the night he first watched Lizzie's videos.

"Save the world, change the culture." The phrase lingered in his mind even as the cold slap of rejection and humiliation faded. She said it gleefully, but matter of fact. As if there was no questioning the validity of such an idealistic claim. It struck him the same way she said her name at the start of the videos or the way she tells him she loves him before stepping out of their apartment each morning. Too perfect and good to be true, and yet it is.

He said he was in love with her then, but he didn't yet know all there was to love.

"Save the world, change the culture."

Now here they are in the Imperial Ballroom of the St. Francis Hotel, those same words practically tattooed to his lips. They are the mantra that brought them here tonight and the mantra which will hopefully carry them through the coming years.

The room is filled with friends and allies, but also strangers they mean to woo. Darcy has grown no better at the tete-a-tete so central to fundraising, but for this? For this he is willing to try, thankful to have Lizzie by his side to smooth the inevitable social bumps.

Aside from his board of directors, the room is unaware that he's stepping down as CEO of Pemberely Digital. He will remain on the board and will possess control of the company at 51% of share. Lizzie has a similar announcement and he wonders at tomorrow's blog headlines.

He spots Lizzie near the back tables alongside the floor-length windows. Her dress is a deep blue, long and elegant. William watches as she leans into a seated group and says something. An older gentleman responds and she throws her head back in open, unguarded laughter. She radiates grace and confidence as she continued past and William can't help but be amazed as she interacts easily with dignitaries, business moguls, and a vaguely familiar actor from some show she used to make him watch on Thursday nights.

She has a talent he's never possessed to engage with people she's just met. He's long relied on a reputation that precedes him; one that encompasses a family legacy and a steadfast performance on Wall Street.

But Lizzie, Lizzie brings life and a renewed sense of daring to entrepreneurship. The kind his father possessed and William always wished to emulate. His father and Lizzie in the same room would be a force to be reckoned with. He looks down at his feet to hide his sudden grin.

When he looks up, Lizzie catches his eye from mid-room. William taps his watch, a gentle reminder that they have a speech to make. Lizzie whispers "Sorry!" and he smiles. There's plenty of time.

The Elizabeth & William Darcy Foundation has been their dream for the nearly five years. It all began one night at the bar around the corner from their apartment. William had been instructed to meet Lizzie there with two beers and a puppy or something really stupidly happy.

"Everyone has the right to have their story told," Lizzie practically shouted over the din, toying with the cardboard coaster under her glass. "But not like that."

It had been a tough week and William listened with knitted brows as Lizzie unloaded about a documentary director who had pitched Bennet Productions earlier that day.

His pitch represented everything she despised most: Blatant exploitation, sexism, racism and, worst of all, a compelling skewing of events that any mainstream production company would be thrilled to see cross its desk. It was picked up by a rival company a few hours later.

She wondered why it was so hard to tell a true, firsthand account. Wouldn't it be great if they could empower people to tell their own stories, to prevent the exploitation and manipulation by going straight to the source?

Darcy nodded along and wondered about the logistics of recording first-hand accounts using web apps similar to those used at Pemberely Digital. Domino was an economic editing tool, it would need some adapting, but it was an intriguing idea.

Their ideas bounced off one another and quickly multiplied. They drew their plans on bar napkins, flagging the waiter to bring them another stack. Neighboring patrons stared as they dragged a nearby table over for more space.

The words come back to him, "Save the world, change the culture."

William remembers that night fondly as Lizzie continues to make her way toward the front of the room. She holds the fabric of her gown a few inches off the floor as she maneuvers between guests, lightly touching the arm of a congressman here, a nonprofit president there, Geena Davis, Kathryn Bigelow, Quvenzhané Wallis. It's surreal to watch, so very surreal, to imagine that night in the bar five years earlier and where they are now.

Not that it's been easy or, god forbid, quick.

The plans sat in a file folder in their home office for years. Many nights he would catch himself opening the drawer and contemplating the light yellow of the manila folder. There were other nights when he was stuck at the office slashing a projects budget that had him pulling his hair out at the roots wondering, what he and Lizzie could be working on right now instead.

Waiting for the right moment in both their professional lives made the endeavor feel like a cruel pipe dream. If Pemberly Digital was steady, Bennet Production was ramping up to go public. If BP had a successful release, PD was suffering from investor fatigue. William too often played PR puppet while the dust settled and he and Lizzie were forced to put off their plans once again.

Then one evening he came home to Lizzie taping the napkins directly to the living room wall. The empty manila folder sat on the coffee table beside a stack of multicolor post-it and an array of colored sharpies, thin tipped, his preferred pen.

By the end of the night they have a timeline with a deadline for the end of the year and a list of possible partnerships. They make phone calls to friends. None of them question the hour when they hear the excitement through the phone.

Charlotte agreed to design the training videos. Her level headedness, patience, and ability to break down a process have made her a specialist in the area. It took her months after Game of Goards was picked up to realize she wasn't only good at, it was something she enjoyed.

Gigi quickly took the lead on adapting Domino. Lizzie was only half way through the plan before Gigi had messaged her team to begin reorganizing for a new venture.

Bing was an invaluable resource, answering all of their questions about nonprofits and eventually signing on as lead consultant when it was clear their emails weren't about to slow down. Even if he's swamped with his other organizations, he finds Lizzie and William's enthusiasm impossible to turn down.

After that first night the pieces fall into place, one after the other. The living room wall looks like a crazed person's trying to solve some conspiracy, bits of string connect business plans to maps to lists to travel itineraries. Lizzie comments on this as they sit on the couch together, feet up on the coffee table, admiring their work.

Darcy considers the wall and the words roll off his tongue as if by second nature, "Save the world, change the culture." Because she's right, they are a couple of crazy people. But what they're trying to solve is a lot more complicated than any old conspiracy. It doesn't take a marketing genius to realize they have their slogan.

Lizzie slips past the front few tables and William reaches out to steady her as she steps over the AV cords. The stare at each other, grinning like a couple of kids visiting Disneyland for the first time. For how much they wanted this, it seems impossible that they're finally doing it. Together.

She takes his arm and they take the first step up to the stage, together, a couple of crazy conspirators with a crazy goal.