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Ch. 13

Liz stormed out of the lobby. She could no longer hold back her tears. With blurry eyes, Liz attempted to hail a cab.

"Liz, where are you going?" The now familiar voice of Rich asked.

She wiped her eyes with her sleeve. "I just...I just need to leave. I don't want to be here anymore."

Rich put the bag of takeout on the ground and brought Liz into a hug. "It's okay, Liz." He patted her back as he tried to comfort her.

Liz started sobbing. "No, it's not. I'm not supposed to like him, Rich. He's this arrogant jerk who I was supposed to write a stupid article on and then he would be out of my life forever."

Rich didn't know what to say. He didn't even know what was going on. "I wanna go home, to L.A, Rich." Liz sobbed into Rich's chest.

"Alright, Liz-Biz. I'll let you go. I just want to let you know that whatever went on in there can be fixed." Rich hailed a cab and helped Liz in. He told the driver where to go and handed him some money. "Bye, Liz."

When Liz's cab was out of sight, he picked up the takeout and made his way up to the penthouse to have a serious talk with Will.

"What the hell, Will." Rich said when he arrived at the top floor.

Will was sitting on the couch, deep in thought.

"I was just getting back and I see Liz outside balling her eyes out. What happened?"

"A really big misunderstanding." Will dug the palms of his hands into his eyes.

"What kind of a misunderstanding?"

"George Wickham. She knows about George Wickham. Or at least what he told her. That bastard fed her lies and she believed them."

"Well you have to tell her the truth. You have to tell her what that fucker did to Georgie." Rich sat next to his cousin.

"I know I have to. I have to set things straight. I just don't know how. She never wants to see me again."

"She's going back to L.A. You could send her a letter." Rich suggested.

Will nodded his head. He left the living room and went into his room.

Back in her hotel room, Liz started packing her items furiously. She shoved clothes into her carry-on with great force. As she went into the bathroom to grab her toiletries, she dialed her office.

"Hello, Bob Stevens office, Wendy speaking." Mr. Stevens receptionist said.

"Hey, Wendy, this is Liz Bennet. Is Mr. Stevens available right now?"

"One second. Let me check." While she was waiting for Wendy to get back to her, Liz looked in the mirror. I look like hell. Liz wiped a tear from her eye. Why am I still crying? It's not like I had any feelings for if I did, it would never lead to anything...

"Ms. Bennet? I can patch you through to Mr. Stevens now." Wendy said.

"Thank you." Liz responded.

"Ahh, Elizabeth." Her boss spoke into the phone. "How is your article going? I look forward to reading it."

"Actually that's what I wanted to talk about. There has been...um...a family emergency and I need to come back to L.A. I have enough to write an article on, though." Elizabeth felt bad about lying to her boss. But what was she going to say, she wanted to come home because Will Darcy made her cry?

"Oh...that's not good. Of course. Book a flight and the company will cover the costs." Mr. Stevens said.

"Thank you sir. I'll be on the next flight home." Mr. Stevens was really the nicest boss anyone could ever ask for. He was encouraging and understanding when his employees needed it.

Liz ended the call and left the bathroom. The next person she needed to call was Jane. She picked up on the first ring.

"What's up Liz?" Her loving sister asked.

Liz inhaled deeply, trying to fake a happy demeanor. "Oh, nothing. I'm just heading home early. They, uh...need me to be there for a restaurant opening tomorrow night."

"Oh, well I'm sorry your vacation got cut short. Did you have fun?"

"Yea, Charlotte is always fun to hang out with." Liz lied for the second time to her sister.

"Good, well I can't wait for you to be home. You'll never guess what happened while you were gone."

"What? I've only been gone for two days."

"Lydia showed up at our door yesterday. Mom didn't even know she was coming to L.A. She is understandably pissed." Jane sighed on the other end of the line.

"Doesn't she have school?" Not that it would matter to Lydia if she did skip school.

"No, she has spring break now."

"At least she's not skipping school. And why did she suddenly decide to visit California?"

"She said, and I quote, 'this bitch has got to party.'"

"Good to know that she misses her sisters so much." Liz joked, her mind on other aggravating subjects, namely their eighteen year old sister, Lydia.

The doorbell rang in the background. "Oh, I gotta go, Liz. I think it's George, he's been stopping by a lot lately."

So much for her mind being off Will Darcy...

"Alright. Bye, sis. See you soon." Liz said.

"Bye Liz, love you."

"Love you too Janie."

With that, both sisters hung up. Liz grabbed her carry-on and was out the door towards the lobby. Liz asked the concierge to book the soonest flight from JFK to LAX. The only one available was a red-eye at eleven p.m, but she took it. "I just want to get out of here." she muttered under her breath. The concierge gave her a sympathetic smile.

"Oh shit, I forgot about Charlotte." Liz said as she stepped out of The Plaza Hotel. As Liz stepped into a taxi she dialed Char's number. Voicemail.

"Hey Char," Elizabeth started the voicemail. "I'm on my way to the airport. I'm going home. There's a thing...with...Lydia...anyway I just wanted to wish you best of luck with your book and I'm looking forward to seeing you back at work. 'Kay, bye."

Damn, I have lied to three different people within the span of an hour, all because I don't want to tell them the real reason I'm leaving. At least when I get home there will be another problem facing me, Will Darcy would (hopefully) be forgotten soon.