Author: Living on a rainbow1 PM
Becky meets Darcy. Darcy meets Becky. Darcy insults Becky. Becky pours bright red drink down Darcy's crisp white shirt. They once shared a friendship years ago. Now, they are the extremely young, extremely wealthy young heads of the companies that their late fathers left behind. Will love flourish? Or will even their friendship wither and die under the pressure of family and duty?Rated: Fiction T - English - Friendship/Romance - Elizabeth & Mr. Darcy - Chapters: 10 - Words: 17,368 - Reviews: 76 - Favs: 25 - Follows: 71 - Updated: 11-16-12 - Published: 09-22-12 - id: 8546288
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Author's Note: Hi everyone :) I'm going to be really busy these next couple of weeks, so I may not get as many updates in as quickly as I have these last few chapters. Enjoy this next chapter and REVIEW!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice. Any names (except for the obvious such as car brands, etc) and circumstances that occur in this story are figments of my imagination and if they are in any way similar to something in real life, it is purely coincidental.
Becky grumbled as she was dragged out of the land of nod and into the real world by the ringing of her alarm clock. The obnoxious thing was ringing and buzzing and jumping around. It had seemed like a good idea to set it on the loudest setting the night before, but right now, she did not appreciate the noise. That is, until she remembered why she had had to set her alarm. As the thought hit her, she jumped about a meter high and landed not-very-neatly on the floor as her feet were still tangled around her blanket.
Today was the first day that she was 'officially' running Wilson and Co, now that she had her degree(s). She had been learning from her father since she had just turned fourteen, so she knew how a company was run. She had also been kept up to date on the company's progress by the current CEO and acting Chairman, Mr Koleman, and her sister Jane who also worked at Wilson and Co. as Becky's personal assistant. Jane did not need to work, due to her trust fund, but had chosen to become Becky's PA in order to help Becky with the load had had been settled onto her shoulders.
Becky scrambled to her feet while untangling herself from her blanket. Her mind was running at a thousand miles a minute, thinking of the day ahead, and imagining hundreds of possible embarrassing situations that she could put herself in. She worried that her employees would not like her, the heads of different departments would not respect her, she would make a fatal mistake that could lose the company's respectability, ruin the company's reputation and finally, she worried that she would break a heel. Knowing her luck, of course even her most trusty shoes would break for her on the single most important day of her life, probably just to spite her.
She quickly hopped into the shower and in five minutes flat, she was back out again wrapped in her bathrobe while towel drying her hair. She glanced at the clock. 6:40 am. She had about twenty minutes to get ready, half an hour to make then eat breakfast and then she had to be out of her apartment by 7:30. She stood still for a moment and listened for the familiar sounds of Jane pottering about in the kitchen making breakfast. Sniffing the air, she could just make out the faint smell of coffee. Yep. Jane was officially up and running.
Jane was a part of the group of people who are disgustingly cheerful and bouncy in the mornings. Jane could get up at any ungodly hour in the morning and still smile and have all her mental facilities in place. Becky was not a morning person. It wasn't like Becky was particularly lazy, she just preferred to sleep until a decent hour, usually after seven. And to be able to be happy in the morning without first having a good dose of caffeine was pure blasphemy. Absolutely ridiculous. Impossibly unnatural behaviour. Gah.
"Good morning!" Jane exclaimed with a huge smile and handed her a mug of coffee. Becky just grunted and muttered something in reply. Jane was not offended at her sister's ill manners, in fact, she was surprised that Becky had even bothered to make any sort of noise. Jane always turned the coffee machine on in the morning to make a fresh brew for Becky, even though she did not drink coffee herself – she was more of a herbal tea person. The reason for this service being that she would not trust Becky with a toothbrush when she was still half awake, much less something electrical, complicated, expensive and extremely hot. No, she preferred to be able to come back to an apartment at the end of the day, rather than some burnt down rubble or worse.
"So what do I have to do today?" Becky asked as the caffeine worked its magic.
"Well, you are going to tour the building first, then inspect your new office and see if you're missing anything. Then, you have a meeting with the board of directors at eleven o'clock sharp. Make sure that you're not late to that. You have to give them a good first impression. This will bring us to lunch time. You can either have lunch with Mr Koleman or you can come out with me. Actually, could you come with me? I'm meeting someone at the Phoenix Hotel. After lunch, you are going to meet with some of the heads of departments and then you have a meeting with a couple of our partners at three o'clock. You can go home at five. Oh, and do you want to drive, or do you want Mr McLean to drive you?"
Becky listened to Jane rattle off one thing after the other and felt herself get more and more tired just listening to all the activities that had been jammed into this one day. A day of school was a piece of cake compared to this. She would never again complain about her University days after this.
"I think I'm going to ask Mr McLean to drive me today. I'm probably going to crash and burn if I try to even put the key in the ignition. No use endangering the lives of the people who are out and about today. Who are you going out to lunch with?"
Jane felt the tips of her ears burn as she worked hard to keep an indifferent look on her face. "Charles Bingley." She said, smiling slightly while her cheeks took on a slight pink tinge which was not missed by Becky.
"Charles. The Charles that we met the other day? At the club? The one who is friends with that man with the ghastly manners?"
Jane didn't say anything, only nodded shyly. Becky had told her all about her unfortunate dealings with Charles' friend the uptight Darcy. She wondered at the audacity of the man to insult Becky before he had even spoken ten words to her altogether. Maybe there was some mistake? But if there wasn't Darcy had gotten what he deserved with the spilt drink. That should have taught him not to mess with her sister. If only she had been there to see it.
Now, Jane is not a malicious or a vindictive person. In fact, she was mild and completely unflappably angelic and sweet and all around nice. That is, until someone messes with the people that were closest to her heart. People like her family, Becky especially, and her friends. If someone intentionally hurt someone that she loved, then they had better watch out. By the time that she had finished with them, they would wish that they had never set foot within a ten miles radius of Jane. If you entered Jane Wilson's heart, then you were there to stay, and you would have her fierce loyalty for life. But you had to work hard to work your way in first. Although she was very trusting, to the verge of gullible and naïve, she was extremely protective of her heart and was a rather reserved person. But she gave off such an aura of kindness and warmth that you wouldn't be able to see that she held you at arms-length unless you look very closely.
After she finished her breakfast of a piece of toast and an apple, Becky went back to her room to get dressed. She had chosen an outfit last night to save some time this morning. She put on a pair of sheer black stockings underneath a black pencil skirt that ended around five centimetres above her knee, a navy silk short sleeved blouse and a tailored black blazer that matched her skirt. She chose to wear shiny black three inch Manolo pumps to give her a bit of extra height. Not that it helped much, because even with the shoes on she was barely 5'6. She did not put any make-up on because she didn't like covering her face with who-knows-what chemicals they put in cosmetics.
Finally, her preparations drew to a close as she put in her coloured contacts. She had made a decision with Jane last night to introduce herself as Liz Bennet rather than Rebecca Wilson to her colleagues and to the media. Liz came from her middle name, Elizabeth, and Bennet was the maiden name of her Aunt Maddy. As well as her change of appearance – she had dyed her brown hair raven black and gotten blue coloured contacts (real) and a pair sleek black glasses (fake), she hoped that no one would be able to recognise her if they didn't look too close. She didn't want her mother and sisters exposed to any more media than they currently were. She also did not want any hint of scandal connected to her name. It wasn't that she was disowning her family. No, she had to protect her reputation now because it would directly and indirectly affect her company if she was linked to any scandal in any way. Knowing how prone her family was to getting into…unique… situations, she did not doubt that their activities would be painted all over the covers of People magazine. She didn't want her company to suffer because of the silliness of her mother and two younger sisters.
The home phone rang just as she had finished pinning her mass of black curls in an elegant French twist. Mr McLean was waiting downstairs with the car. Time to face the music. Looking into the mirror one more time, the comments of the arrogant man from last night came rushing back to her mind. "Tolerable, but not good enough for me" he had said. Well, I'll show him tolerable when I next see him! She stood upright, back ramrod straight, chin raised as a defiant look washed into her – now blue – eyes. She thought that she looked a little older with her altered appearance. If she was lucky, she could probably pass off as a twenty-five year old. She would show to the world just how confident and capable she was. She was cool, confident, unflappable Liz Bennet, Chairwoman of Wilson and Co, now one of the biggest business conglomerates in Australia and the world, and she was going to let no one tell her what to do.
Author's Note: I hate to admit it, but I am sadly lacking in a funny bone. Nothing I write everything comes out funny… So if anyone has any advice, or any suggestions, please help and review!