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Journey to the Past
Chapter 2:
Lizzie grabbed her briefcase and left her office after what had been one of the longest days of her life. In a matter of 6 hours, she had been assigned to go back home, where she hadn't been in 3 years, and interview Gordo, who she hadn't spoken to in 10 years. At 5:00 am the next morning, she would embark on the hardest trip of her life.

After grabbing her coat, and leaving instructions for the next week with the secretary, Lizzie headed for her Manhattan apartment, a mere 6 blocks from her office. On the way, she decided she needed to talk to someone, so she reached into her Kate Spade bag and dialed a number on her cell phone.

After a few rings a female voice answered. "Good afternoon, Salon Sanchez, how may I help you?"

"Hi Annabelle." Lizzie greeted. "Can I talk to Miranda?"

"Sure." Returned the young receptionist. "Just a minute."

Lizzie waited while Annabelle brought the phone to Miranda, who was presumably with one of her customers. Miranda had decided to use her talent for hairstyling, and so after apprenticing at a few New York salons, she had finally been able to open her own shop, which was doing quite well. "It's Elizabeth." Annabelle announced, as she handed the phone to Miranda.

"Hey girl!" Miranda called cheerfully. "I was going to call you as soon as I got home! I haven't heard from you in 3 days! That's like a record or something. What's up?"

"I've been really busy." Lizzie explained.

"I know how you feel!" Miranda replied. "We've been swamped. Oh! Did you manage to catch that lovely piece about a certain movie premiere on Entertainment Tonight? I thought I was going to throw up! I mean honestly, Kate Sanders, and Gordo!?! That's just plain wrong!"

"Actually, that's the reason I was calling." Lizzie remarked.

"Why?" Miranda asked, worriedly. "Don't tell me that rumor is true!"

"Not that I know of." Lizzie replied.

"Oh good." Miranda said, relieved. "I was getting some seriously horrible mental images." Lizzie could practically see her shuddering. "So, what about it then?"

"Are you sitting down?" Lizzie asked.

"No. I'm cutting someone's hair." Miranda remarked.

"Well, I don't think having scissors in your hand is such a good idea." Lizzie told her.

"Ok." Miranda replied. "You've officially got my attention. Spill."

"Yours truly is leaving tomorrow for Hillridge." Lizzie announced.

"You're going back?" Miranda asked in disbelief.

"It gets better." Lizzie replied. "I have to interview our Mr. Gordon for the magazine."

Dead silence, followed by "Oh. My. God."

"I know." Lizzie remarked.

"Lizzie, I'm speechless."

Lizzie laughed. Never in her life had Miranda Sanchez been speechless.

"Ok, maybe not speechless. But still, you're actually going to talk, to, to...him?" Miranda asked, still shocked.

"Miranda, believe me, I had very little say in the matter." Lizzie explained. "You don't exactly get to pick what your editor assigns you."

"I would have thought you would quit over having to face David Gordon after all these years." Miranda remarked.

"I tried." Lizzie admitted. "But they're going to make me an editor!"

"Is it really worth your sanity?" Miranda asked. "I mean, after all we've been through, and everything he said?"

"I know." Lizzie agreed. "But I've thought it through, and I'm going to keep it completely professional."

"Uh huh." Miranda remarked.

"Seriously." Lizzie pleaded. "We're both mature adults. We can put our feelings aside for a few days, in the interest of journalism."

"Right." Miranda said. Lizzie could see her rolling her eyes through the phone.

"What happened in the past is in the past." Lizzie declared. "I'm going to fly out there, get my interview, and show him who's boss."

"Right Lizzie. You show him." Miranda replied.

"I can do it." Lizzie declared. "I'm not afraid."

"You want me to come with you?" Miranda asked, seeing, well hearing, through Lizzie's façade.

"Would you mind?" Lizzie asked sheepishly.

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So, at 5:00 AM the following morning, Lizzie was stepping onto the plane, ready to meet whatever lay ahead of her. And knowing that if things went completely wrong, Miranda would be flying out in 3 days.

TBC!!
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