Reaction to episode 3 and after

I laughed as I watched Emma checking me out. "Did you enjoy the sight?" I asked.

"Mmhmm. It would have been much better if you weren't wearing those khakis though."

"This is the thanks I get for going along with your documentary charade."

"Speaking of which, are you still recording your documentary?"

"No, I thought about it and I have decided to take a break from it."

"Hmmm…" I said thoughtfully. "OK."

"OK?" she asked, uncertainly.

"Yeah, I think it's good that you're taking a step back." I considered telling her about Steve's troubles with his shop, but thought better of it. Maybe after the stuff with Ana was sorted.

"You look constipated. Out with it!"

"…phone records."

I pressed pause. "I know I said it's never too early to start looking for new clients, but the whole Boxx thing taught me otherwise…" Emma still looked expectantly at me. "It's about Steve's shop. Business is going really slow for him and I think he's gonna run into debt if he doesn't get more customers.

"What can we do?" she asked.

"I don't think we should right now - at least, not as Emma Approved."

"But on a personal level?"

"I'm working on it. I've bought a few things from him and plan to buy a few more things too."

"OK… that sounds cryptic."

"Don't worry. You'll like it." I smiled at her then said, "And you'll figure it out as well." Emma took the remote control and pressed play.

"You have access to their bank accounts and phone records?" I asked.

"Ah! How did you find that out?"

"I'm psychic!" She giggled.

"No, seriously."

"A magician never reveals his tricks. Or hers."

"Mr. Knightley… are you asking me for dating advice?!"

"You would like that, wouldn't you?"

"Look at your face!" I said. She looked so… so… eager. "You didn't like me back then, did you?" I managed not to sound too disappointed.

"Evidently not. What about you?"

"It doesn't look like it. You'll see I do later on."

"Aaaah… the poor viewers." I laughed in response.

"Emma Woodhouse, meet your new assistant."

I carried on laughing. She smacked me on my bottom. I just laughed harder.

After the music played I told Emma where I'd found Harriet, to which she denied needing an assistant, because, as the episode name suggested, she's completely self-sufficient. I snorted.

"Says the woman who set up a company with her dad's money and me to do all of the actual business work!"

Emma glared at me as I began laughing again.

"Uh huh. Is she like your spy? Your Trojan horse? Is she going to murder me in my sleep?"

"How do you get these ideas?"

Emma shrugged then said, "I was looking up the meaning of names and found out that Evander means "good man" But in Roman mythology, he was an Arcadian hero of the Trojan War. That is, according to one website, anyway."

I laughed. "How about that. What does my name mean?"

"George means 'farmer' or 'earthworker'. Alexander means 'defender of man,' that is, the 'ander' part meaning man."

"And Emma?"

"Means 'whole' or 'complete.' There are other names I've looked up the meaning of. Ask me later." I nodded and Emma pressed rewind.

"One day, Mr. Knightley, I will return this favor. Think of it as my gift to you."

Emma laughed as I asked, "So where is this gift?"

She kissed me. "There."

"That does not count!"

"I've probably already given you that gift, you know. You'll just have to see in later episodes."

When I pressed play Emma went on to admit that Harriet was pretty awesome and added, "And she has degrees in marketing and library science. Who majors in library science?"

"You know, since this is going to go up on YouTube, there's probably going to be a comment from someone saying they major in library science."

"As if! But then again…" She had a faraway look. "It would be interesting if that does happen."

"We'll have to keep an eye on the comments then," I said with a smile. I must have looked really adorable because before I knew it, Emma was kissing me again.

We watched Emma phone Harriet and try doing a telephone interview, but since Harriet revealed she was driving she got her to come to the offices instead.

"Wait, now?!"

"As much as I hate to admit it, Harriet is a much more confident person thanks to you." She looked really smug. "Don't look so smug."

"I can't! I did a really good job, and even you've noticed that."

"Unless that's gonna be a problem.

Emma exclaimed, "Sinister!" at the same time I said, "Ooooooh." Then we laughed.

"What were you doing in those 54 minutes?"

She laughed nervously. "Oh, you know. Stuff." I looked expectantly at her and gestured for her to elaborate. "Social media… looked at Harriet's resume, stuff like that."

I wasn't fooled. "So you did nothing then." She shushed me and pressed rewind.

"And that, Mr. Knightley, is where you knock when you want to come into a person's office," she said when Harriet knocked on the door. I just snorted in response.

"OK. Hi… People," Harriet said, waving to 'the people.'

"Hi Harriet!" I said, waving to the screen. Emma laughed at me in response.

"You sound like a fangirl."

"So I'm her first."

"What? Fangirl?" I kissed that Snarky Knightley kind of smirk off her face.

"I see why you love me for my snarkiness." I kissed her again before she could give me a retort. When we broke away I pressed rewind again.

"Did you bring me what I asked for?"

"Yeah. White chocolate latte," Harriet said, holding up the coffee cups.

"Why are there two cups?" Emma asked.

"Oh. Well. I couldn't remember which kind of non-dairy milk you wanted, so I brought some options."

"She's thorough," I said.

"Mmhmm. That's why I hired her."

"We make their lives better," Harriet said.

We both laughed.

"Exactly. Now, some of the things we do around here may seem a bit unorthodox, but remember, we always do what's best."

"In other words, you don't care if it's illegal to get what you want."

She ignored me and said, "It helped that she was such a fan of mine." It did.

"I wonder if she'd go along with your plans now."

"Good point. She's much more confident, so she might not. In any case, I wouldn't do that kind of thing now." She sounded serious, so I nodded slightly in agreement.

"She doesn't work with anything like that anymore anyway. She's an event coordinator now."

"Great. Umm. Be sure to accidentally spill it onto his khakis, just a bit."

"I knew you were behind that!" Emma was struggling to keep a straight face.

"Exactly! Now less thinking, more doing. Off you go!"

"You're so mean to her."

"I have been properly informed by a very reliable source that I become a better person."

"Hmm. You do. And I am."

As the music played, we reviewed what we saw. Emma swore at herself to which my jaw dropped. It wasn't too surprising though, since she'd already noted how overbearing she was at that point.

"Harriet already has a fan," I said.

"Yes, and you later call her sweet and adorable."

"And completely unsuitable for a certain someone."

"Agreed." I pressed pause as Emma said, "So…"

"So, about the other names I found the meanings of…"

"Ah, yeah, go on then. Izzy?"

"Aka Elizabeth. In biblical Greek it means either 'My God is an oath' or 'My God is abundance.'."

"Oh. It's interesting how names change from language to language."

"I was thinking the same thing. There's obviously Lizzy, Isabel, Betty, Beth, and Eliza. But there's also Lisa, Lillian and things like that in other languages. Which brings us onto John." I cocked an eyebrow. I failed to see the connection. "In biblical Greek, Elizabeth was the mother of John the Baptist."

"Ah, I see." I motioned for her to go on.

"John means 'Yahweh is gracious.'"

I've never heard the name Yahweh before."

"No, me neither. Other variations were 'Jehovah,' 'Yahveh' and 'Yehowah.' The website didn't provide the variations in other languages as it did with the other names I looked at."

"That's a shame. It would have been interesting to see how that name changes in other languages. The name sounds familiar, though. Maybe we can look it up later. How about Harriet?" She looked up the name on her phone.

"Female form of Henry."

"So that includes your father."

"Comes from the German 'Heimirich', which means 'Home ruler.'"

I laughed and said, "I can't imagine it fitting either your father or Harriet. Well, back then, anyway." Emma laughed too. "Who else? Ah! Bobby Martin?"

"Robert means 'bright fame' and Martin means…" She chuckled. "The Roman god Mars. God of war?" She looked it up. "Yeah, it is. BMart the god of war!" We dissolved into a fit of giggles. Yes, me too.

"That'll do! Let's watch the next episode."

A/N - It's been a while since I've updated this, but I hope it was worth the wait and you enjoyed reading this. I found writing this quite tough, but hopefully the subsequent chapters/episodes will be less so.