Lizzie and Darcy met the following Monday. She has spent the whole weekend about possible story lines. She had even discussed them with Charlotte and George.
"Hello Elizabeth, how are you?"
"Very good, Darcy. Ready to work."
"Since we are going to be working together, you can call me William."
"Oh...I think I prefer Darcy, unless you want me to call you Mr. Darcy."
"No, Darcy is fine. Mr. Darcy was my father."
"Okay, so this is I thought of."
She explained to him her idea of telling a story of a politician, his dark side and his rise to power.
"That is very different of what I had in mind. Tell me more." Lizzie was happy to see that Darcy was intrigued. She talked for at least an hour before he interrupted her.
"I like your ideas, very much. Can I just tell you mine and you tell me what you think?
Lizzie nodded, she was still surprised by the change she saw in Darcy. She could see very little of the boy she had met in high school. The meeting went for some time.
"I think that once we have a draft of script, we can start involving the rest of the production team", Darcy suggested.
"That sounds good. I am going back to my office and work. Do you need anything else?", Lizzie was ready to start writing.
"Actually yes. What do you think if we meet on Fridays? I think I can always make time on that day to work with you."
"Sure, that is fine." That was her date night with George, but she could not tell that to her boss, "See you then, Darcy".
"See you around, Elizabeth."
It was the third time they were working together. Lizzie was very excited about the project and was making an effort to work on it every time she could; and when she met with Darcy, they made progress on the script. This time was not different; they were having a lot of ideas and lost track of time.
Lizzie's phone rang and they both jerked. Since the phone was on the table, Darcy got a glance of the picture that showed up. Lizzie was hugging someone but he could not see the face of that person.
"Oh, crap. Sorry, Darcy." She had not intended to say those words in front of her boss.
"Is everything okay Elizabeth?"
"Yes, just excuse me for a second."
She grabbed her phone and walked out of the room. Darcy followed her with his eyes and shamelessly tried to read her lips. He could only identify "sorry", "see you" and "love you". His curiosity grew immensely; whom was she talking to?
His question was answered quickly when she returned.
"I was supposed to meet my boyfriend for dinner. Do you mind if we finish this next week?"
"Not at all, we were almost done anyway. Have a nice evening, Elizabeth."
"Thanks, you too", Lizzie smiled at him, packed her things and left quickly.
Darcy saved the document they had been working on and turn off the computer, but did not leave the room.
Of course, she had a boyfriend. How could someone ignore that the fact that she was intelligent, talented and beautiful too? He had felt a jab of jealousy when she said 'boyfriend' and could not explain why. Could it be that his old feelings were coming back? No, that was not possible; he was not a teenager any more to fall in love so fast.
"Wait a minute, fall in love?", he thought surprised. No, it could not be. Besides, she was not available. He shook his head and in order to clear his head, he took the elevator to the rooftop.
Lizzie arrived twenty minutes late to the restaurant where George was waiting for her. He had not mind the wait because the waitress had been extra friendly with him and he had made the most of it.
Lizzie kissed him and apologized for being late. He waived his hand and asked about her day.
It was a good evening, but in the back of her head, she kept thinking that Darcy was one of the few people at Pemberley who knew she was in a relationship. And she felt weird about it for some reason; maybe because her boyfriend was Darcy's old friend.
It had been little over a month since Lizzie and Darcy had started working on the script. Both of them were really proud of what they had done and they were ready to call the rest of the production team.
However, one thing that William was not happy about was that he had allowed his admiration for Elizabeth grew against his better judgment. He enjoyed enormously working with her and looked forward to each of one of their meetings. He was starting to feel something for her and the fact that she was not free had not stopped him.
The final straw came when she starred one of his dreams. It had not been a bad dream; quite the opposite in fact. But that made him realize that he needed to put distance between him and Lizzie. Luckily for him, he had a trip scheduled to visit her sister the very next week.