A/N: Hey guys! I'm back! Still recovering from the chaos of the past week,
but back nonetheless. My show went wonderfully! I was very excited. I was
all set to update last weekend, but my computer decided to have a melt down
instead. But, it's all fixed now, so I can get back to updating all my fan
fics! I decided to do this one first, but keep your eyes open for a few
more updates in the next few days! Enjoy and review!
Disclaimer: Still don't own it.
Journey to the Past
Chapter 3: The Assignment from Hell
Lizzie fidgeted in the waiting area of the office. She had been sitting there for over an hour. Her 9:00 am meeting, the one she had rushed straight from the airport for had come and gone. It was now 10:30, but to Lizzie's jetlagged body, it was lunchtime, and she was starving. She hadn't eaten anything since before her flight, and she hadn't even had time to stop by her parent's house and let them know she was home. She walked up to the receptionist desk to inquire about what was holding things up.
The secretary looked up at her. "Can I help you?" she asked.
"Yes. I've been here for an hour. I was supposed to meet with Mr. Gordon at 9:00." Lizzie explained. "Is he even here?"
"Of course he is." The secretary replied. "I'll just let him know you're waiting."
"Finally." Lizzie said under her breath, as she rolled her eyes.
"Mr. Gordon." Called the secretary over the intercom. "There is someone here to see you."
"There is?" a voice asked back.
"Yes, she said she had a 9:00 meeting with you."
"I don't remember scheduling a meeting." He remarked.
"Well, I have it written down right here." She glanced at the calendar. "You're the journalist right?" she asked Lizzie.
"Yes, that's me." Lizzie replied, growing more irritated by the moment.
"Its for an interview." The secretary explained.
"Another interview." He lamented. "Who is it this time?"
The secretary looked at Lizzie for an answer. "I'm Elizabeth McGuire, from Cosmopolitan."
"It's a Ms. McGuire, from Cosmopolitan. Should I send her in?"
"McGuire, McGuire, why does that name sound so familiar?" He asked over the intercom. "The only McGuire I ever knew was..."
In a fit of sheer annoyance, Lizzie grabbed the intercom and shouted "Gordo, if you do not let me in that office for this stupid meeting I swear I'll.."
Gordo burst through the door adjacent to the waiting area. "Lizzie?" he exclaimed, dumbfounded.
Lizzie put the intercom down and winced a little, realizing that her little fit was making her seem about 5 years old. "Hello."
Gordo gave a weird look. "You're a journalist?"
"Yep." She replied.
He thought about it for a minute. "Hey wait! You're E.B. McGuire!"
"Um yes." Lizzie remarked. "E.B. you know, Elizabeth Brooke." Had he lost a few brain cells since becoming famous?
"You did that piece on Kate Sanders, you made her seem like an absolute ditz!" He scolded her.
"Uh, newsflash Gordo, she is an absolute ditz!" Lizzie remarked.
"No she is not!" he yelled. "I cannot have you write this article! You'll just twist everything I say around and make me seem like a pompous jerk!"
'I won't have to do a lot of twisting.' Lizzie thought to herself.
"Look Gordo, I don't really want to write this either, but I'm a journalist, and this is the assignment I have to do. I was hoping we could be professional adults and..."
"Adults!" he exclaimed. "You cannot possibly behave as an adult! You're too immature!"
"Me?" Lizzie asked, in disbelief. "I'm not the one who completely left my best friends after graduation. You..."
"I don't want to go there." He remarked blatantly. "And I don't want to see you. Get out of here."
"Gordo, I have to do this interview." Lizzie replied.
"Get someone else." He commanded.
"I can't!" she exclaimed. "I have to do this, so I can get a promotion." She admitted.
He looked up. "What's in it for me?"
She gave him a Look. "Publicity. Possibly even a bigger crowd of blonde boob jobs following you around everywhere you go." She remarked, sarcastically.
He looked at her and thought for a minute. "10:00 tomorrow." "Fine." She replied. "Digital Bean."
"Fine." He replied.
"Fine." She remarked, always trying to get the last word.
"Fine." He said again, knowing this game.
"Ugh!" she sighed, heading furiously for the door.
This was going to be hell!
TBC!!!
Review!
Disclaimer: Still don't own it.
Journey to the Past
Chapter 3: The Assignment from Hell
Lizzie fidgeted in the waiting area of the office. She had been sitting there for over an hour. Her 9:00 am meeting, the one she had rushed straight from the airport for had come and gone. It was now 10:30, but to Lizzie's jetlagged body, it was lunchtime, and she was starving. She hadn't eaten anything since before her flight, and she hadn't even had time to stop by her parent's house and let them know she was home. She walked up to the receptionist desk to inquire about what was holding things up.
The secretary looked up at her. "Can I help you?" she asked.
"Yes. I've been here for an hour. I was supposed to meet with Mr. Gordon at 9:00." Lizzie explained. "Is he even here?"
"Of course he is." The secretary replied. "I'll just let him know you're waiting."
"Finally." Lizzie said under her breath, as she rolled her eyes.
"Mr. Gordon." Called the secretary over the intercom. "There is someone here to see you."
"There is?" a voice asked back.
"Yes, she said she had a 9:00 meeting with you."
"I don't remember scheduling a meeting." He remarked.
"Well, I have it written down right here." She glanced at the calendar. "You're the journalist right?" she asked Lizzie.
"Yes, that's me." Lizzie replied, growing more irritated by the moment.
"Its for an interview." The secretary explained.
"Another interview." He lamented. "Who is it this time?"
The secretary looked at Lizzie for an answer. "I'm Elizabeth McGuire, from Cosmopolitan."
"It's a Ms. McGuire, from Cosmopolitan. Should I send her in?"
"McGuire, McGuire, why does that name sound so familiar?" He asked over the intercom. "The only McGuire I ever knew was..."
In a fit of sheer annoyance, Lizzie grabbed the intercom and shouted "Gordo, if you do not let me in that office for this stupid meeting I swear I'll.."
Gordo burst through the door adjacent to the waiting area. "Lizzie?" he exclaimed, dumbfounded.
Lizzie put the intercom down and winced a little, realizing that her little fit was making her seem about 5 years old. "Hello."
Gordo gave a weird look. "You're a journalist?"
"Yep." She replied.
He thought about it for a minute. "Hey wait! You're E.B. McGuire!"
"Um yes." Lizzie remarked. "E.B. you know, Elizabeth Brooke." Had he lost a few brain cells since becoming famous?
"You did that piece on Kate Sanders, you made her seem like an absolute ditz!" He scolded her.
"Uh, newsflash Gordo, she is an absolute ditz!" Lizzie remarked.
"No she is not!" he yelled. "I cannot have you write this article! You'll just twist everything I say around and make me seem like a pompous jerk!"
'I won't have to do a lot of twisting.' Lizzie thought to herself.
"Look Gordo, I don't really want to write this either, but I'm a journalist, and this is the assignment I have to do. I was hoping we could be professional adults and..."
"Adults!" he exclaimed. "You cannot possibly behave as an adult! You're too immature!"
"Me?" Lizzie asked, in disbelief. "I'm not the one who completely left my best friends after graduation. You..."
"I don't want to go there." He remarked blatantly. "And I don't want to see you. Get out of here."
"Gordo, I have to do this interview." Lizzie replied.
"Get someone else." He commanded.
"I can't!" she exclaimed. "I have to do this, so I can get a promotion." She admitted.
He looked up. "What's in it for me?"
She gave him a Look. "Publicity. Possibly even a bigger crowd of blonde boob jobs following you around everywhere you go." She remarked, sarcastically.
He looked at her and thought for a minute. "10:00 tomorrow." "Fine." She replied. "Digital Bean."
"Fine." He replied.
"Fine." She remarked, always trying to get the last word.
"Fine." He said again, knowing this game.
"Ugh!" she sighed, heading furiously for the door.
This was going to be hell!
TBC!!!
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