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Pemberley Foundation doesn't have offices, not in London. Darcy comes into town to meet people. Government officials, museum curators, important donors.
Next meeting, in 30 minutes. He's still in the restaurant though. His coffee, getting cold.
Elizabeth. This obsession.
What is he doing?
"My brother, always going for the easy ones," Caroline said. About Jane. About Bingley and Jane. "Charles, he can't handle the pressure. Women like us," she said, with a gesture encompassing...her sister. Her friends. Who knows. "We're not easy, that's the point. We're...high maintenance. In a good way."
"Charles," Caroline continued, with affectionate spite, or just spite. "He hates to be challenged. He wants to feel superior. Now, with this...girl. He's… self-sabotaging."
Jane Bennet. Inferior, that's the word Caroline used.
"Women like us," she repeated. Looking at Darcy. "We need someone strong. Someone who's not afraid to handle us."
They were drinking champagne, Darcy remembers. He and Caroline. In this upscale place, a rooftop bar, near his hotel.
Was it a date? Maybe it was. And he never knew.
Caroline. On the "never, ever" list.
Still. Is she right?
Maybe Elizabeth is inferior. Easy. a cop-out.
Is Darcy… self-sabotaging? Is he—sick of the pressure? Is that why—