The house was small, but in comparison to most places in the south side of Chicago, it seemed to be located in a good neighborhood. There was a garden too, although there were a lot of winter weeds growing around it. To Will's surprise, the door was unlocked, so he sneaked into the house. The first room he came across was the living room. It was clean, but the coffee table was littered with newspapers, magazines, and a potato chips bag. At one side, he found a large book shelf and scanned each book one by one, trying to see if this family was well-read. He found a lot of books on acting, plays, and movies: Acting for Beginners, Improvisation Made Easy, Broadway Show Reviews of the 1970s, Best Broadway Shows of 1981, The History of the Academy Awards, as well as the complete works of Shakespeare and so on. There were novels too: Jane Eyre, Huckleberry Finn, Vanity Fair, Fear of Flying, The Hollywood Wives, Withering Heights, anda bunch of books for teenagers and young women. Also there was an encyclopedia, Webster's Dictionary, the Catholic version of the Bible, and some saved up magazines.

"What are you doing here?" someone exclaimed.

It was a girl who was younger then Elizabeth, had dark brown hair, and was dressed plainly. Didn't look much like Elizabeth at all, as a matter of fact.

"I'm here to see Elizabeth and Jane Bennet. I'm William Darcy, the executive producer of Friday Nights at Pemberly, and I'll be working with them."

"I'm Mary, their sister. Our mother is not going to be happy about seeing you here."

"Why not?"

"She hates comedy shows. She considers them a way to entertain viewers who don't enough taste to watch actual good programming, and she thinks comedians are just stupid people who tell jokes for a living because they can't do any other kind of work."

"Wherever she got those ideas, she must think again. Comedy is…"

"Who let you enter this house?" It was Elizabeth.

"Ms. Bennet, I wanted to discuss what happened the other day."

"Whatever you wanted to say, I already know. You had a sad childhood, your parents died when you were becoming successful, and you lost your girlfriend to cancer. That's very tragic, but that dosen't make it okay for you to be a jerk."

"Ms. Bennet, if you knew how bad my situation really was…"

"What? I'd give you permission to talk to me like that every day? Whatever issues you have, William Darcy, we better find some way to work together without getting in each other's way. And by the way, what's wrong with just calling me Elizabeth? Is that how you address everyone you work with? Should I call you Mr. Darcy?"

"Only my friends call me Will, but I could call you Elizabeth if you want to. But I'm no bad guy. If you would hear what Canadian actors say about me and my family, you'd find me one of the best people you'd ever met."

"I don't care about your family. I just want to become famous along with my sister."

"And I'm fine with that. As long as we maintain a good relationship, I'm pretty sure you'll be starring in movies soon. I'll only be involved when it's completely necessary, if that's what you want. And I won't bother your sister either. It's all strictly business."

"That's fine," Elizabeth said with a nod.

"And Elizabeth?"

"What is it?"

"Charlie likes messing with women a lot, but it's just because he likes them. So if he says certain stuff to Jane, it's just to joke around."

"All right."

"What's going on with you two?" asked Mary, looking confused.

"It's nothing," was Elizabeth's answer.