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Caroline froze, her hand still holding the ring, inches away from the waste basket. The chubby janitor glared at her for a moment, violently pulling the trash can away from her. He muttered some harsh sounding words at her in Italian, before turning on his heel and storming off. Caroline swallowed, took a deep breath, and turned around. She recognized that vile, velvety, persuasive voice, though she still managed to be surprised. No other than George Wickham stood in front of her, his blondish head cocked to the side, his hands jammed into his leather jacket, a cocky, almost immature, smirk playing across his lips. He raised his eyebrows and his eyes gleamed obnoxiously.

"Hello Caroline, long time no see, eh?" he threw back his head and laughed. Caroline shoved the diamond ring into the pocket of her charcoal DKNY business suit and glared at him. How she hated the man. He disgusted her, with that disarming smile and ridiculous habit of leaning on the heels of his black Converse high tops.

"What do you want?" she snapped at him. He stopped laughing and glanced down at her.

"Nice to see you too." he winked at her, she sighed and glanced at her watch.

"I don't have all day Wickham, frankly, you're not worth my time." she turned to go, but he reached out and grabbed her upper arm, pulling her back into him.

"Wait, please don't go." he whispered.

"Don't touch me you pig!" she shoved him away."I have a boyfriend!"'

George's eyes widened in shock."Wha-a-t?" he choked out.

"With Darcy." she bragged, matter-of-factly.

"Darcy, that stuck up, rich snob who's afraid of his own shadow?" he barked.

"You asshole, you're not fit to 'wipe his boots'!" she spat at him, and stormed off.

Wickham resisted the urge to follow her. Couldn't she see that he had changed? Sure, he was pretty jerky just now, but he was jealous. He loved her. When he was friends with Will, he always enjoyed it when she visited, even though her attention was always on Darcy, it was still nice to be close to her, even if she made him feel invisible. Wickham side and pulled a hand through his hair. Yes, he was in love with Caroline, the bitchiest girl on earth. Yes, she barely knew he existed. Yes, he was an idiot.

What is it with Wickham? What did he want now? Caroline thought as she made way towards Darcy's office, ahh, who cares, screw him. She knocked on the door, and when Darcy called out a grungy, annoyed 'come in', she entered with a bright, what she thought seductive, smile."Hello Mr. Darcy." she giggled, a sound that would make a baby cry.

He looked up from his work, and his eyes seemed to say: oh no, not you again, but Caroline took it as a sign of encouragement. "Yeah?"

"Since I'm to be your girlfriend, I think that it is a good idea to be seen together in public. Don't you agree?" she asked, leaning towards him. Darcy leaned away form her.

"No." he replied flatly.

"Oh, Willie-"

"Mr. Darcy."

"Stop it, come on, let me call you Will, after all, we are in love." she winked at him. Darcy winced.

"I suppose." he replied reluctantly,"just none of that 'Willie' shit."

"Oh, alright." she gave him what she thought was a cute pout, Darcy tried to keep down the urge to barf.

"Anything else?" he squeaked.

"About the date." she began. Darcy groaned."Let's go to Starbucks's after work, shall we?"

"I'll think about it." Darcy replied, opening up his office door, waiting for her to leave.

"Please? Pretty please with a cherry on top?" she leaned on him, and Darcy drew back, gently pushing her away.

"Okay, okay." he gave in, disgusted."Fine."

"You'll love it!" she exclaimed excitedly.

"Yes, I look forward t the torture...er...date." he replied sarcastically. Caroline winked and walked away.

Darcy closed the door and slumped back in his chair."Finally." he muttered to himself.

Will Darcy glanced at his diamond and white gold Rolex watch, and sighed with relief at the time. It was finally five o'clock, and he could 'beat it.' He rose from his chair and stretched, allowing himself a small yawn, that's when it hit him, the 'date' with Caroline. He shuddered, glancing around the room to see if there was another way out. His only choices were to step out of his office into the room full of employee cubicles, or jump out of his 32nd story office window to certain death. He chose Caroline, hoping that he made a wise decision. He picked up his leather Prada suit case and poked his head out of his office.

"Psssst!" he called to his secratary, Madison. She looked up and frowned.

"Yes sir?" she asked.

He looked around wearily,"Where's Caroline?" the mission was to avoid her at all costs.

Madison appeared to be suppressing an amused smile."I think she's in the coffee room."

"Madison if you get me out of here without her seeing me, I'm giving you a raise." he whispered.

"Right." she muttered,"Go ahead, I'll try to keep her occupied."

"You're an angel, love." he thanked her quickly, and all but sprinted across the floor to the elevator.

He made it in safely, and sighed with relief, leaning against the doors. When the elevator finally opened, Darcy lost his balance and fell out, ignoring the strange looks he was receiving by other people. Stepping into the lobby, he saw the doors leading outside, to freedom in the Promised Land. Running out the door, he quickly hailed a cab, opening the door, he tossed in his leather suitcase and was about to slide in when he felt a tap on his shoulder.

"I'm ready, Mr. Darcy." came the scary, wanna-be-seductive voice of Caroline Bingley. Darcy stifled a groan.

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