Lizzie was sitting in the break room, reading a book. She heard the door open and looked up, wondering who could be here on a Sunday, and saw Darcy.
Ugh, she thought, closing her book. And here I was enjoying my day.
"Lizzie, may I talk to you?" Darcy asked.
"Sure," she replied.
"Thank you," he said. He was silent for a few moments, shifting around in his seat, before he said, "I suppose I should start by saying that I've seen your videos."
Lizzie blanched. Oh God, he was probably here to tell her he was suing her.
"I'm not going to sue you," he said, and she realized she'd spoken. "But, I...there's something in the videos I need to talk to you about."
"What is it?" she asked.
His face shifted, becoming slightly angry. "George Wickham."
"What about him?"
"He lied to you, Lizzie," said Darcy. "I'm sorry, but it's true. He didn't tell you the whole story about why we're no longer friends."
"Oh really?" replied Lizzie.
"Yes, really," said Darcy, staring intently at her. "I need to tell you what really happened."