A/N: You guys are amazing! Honestly I did not expect that much a reader response but wow! Thank you SO MUCH FOR YOUR SUPPORT! I was going to have this uploaded last Sunday, but I didn't have it completely finished even though I really tried! Anyway, I hope you all like this next chapter, and to answer a few contingent questions, there will be plenty of CB romantic moments to come. They just have a few major obstacles individually that they must deal with first.

Side notes: I'm assuming on some of the college admission dates and switching order of events from the show. Also I'm assuming Bass Industries has recently expanded into Asia but not in all countries in Europe.

Also, for the anoynomus reviews who I can't respond to (ie. Guest, Chadyuck, sarah93 and Kathrynm37) thanks so much for your reviews! I'm glad you all are enjoying the crazy ride that is this story so far and hope you stay with me until the end (Trust me, this story won't be done in the foreeseable future).

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Chapter 11: Beyond the Brooklyn Bridge

True Love and betrayal. Revenge and more revenge. A heroine with an impossible goal. If only Mozart had lived on the Upper East Side. But you can keep your magic flute Amadeus, all this queen wants is a golden ticket to Yale. And perhaps a new bulldog for good luck wouldn't hurt either.

Blair made her reappearance the following day. Always certain, always proud, her demeanor was cool as ice. The ice queen had returned. She stood alone. He'd observe from afar, just like he did when she went back to Nate last year. Chuck wasn't sure how to approach this situation. Trying to face it indirectly served no improvement. He needed to switch to a new tactic. A better one.

Once the final bell rang to end the school day, Chuck bolted from his seat. AP Economics was one of the few classes he shared with Blair. She was already out of the classroom, her minions flanked at her sides.

Why do girls always insist on walking in packs? Chuck pondered annoyed. Luckily for him, the pack dissipated leaving Blair alone at her locker. She barked an order at them and they all nodded and scampered away. At least the bitch in Blair wasn't gone, that was for sure.

"Waldorf," Chuck greeted smoothly.


Hm. Usually at this point of their conversation she'd have thrown a sparing insult at him by now. "I haven't heard from you in a while."

"I haven't seen you in a while."

Chuck gazed at her confused. His face turned serious. "Is everything okay Waldorf? This has nothing to do with, well you know."

Blair stopped stacking her textbooks in her locker. "I'm fine Bass."

Her eyes told him differently. "I don't believe you."

Blair dropped her pencil case in her oversized tote. "Who said I cared if you did?"

Chuck's eyes bored into the side of her head. "I've known you since we were practically toddlers Blair. Unlike most, I notice when something's wrong. You know you can tell me." He waited for her reaction and added, "You have before," for good measure.

Blair sighed and turned and closed her locker door. "Fine so I'm having an off day."

Now they were getting somewhere. "And?"

"And that's it." She leafed through her tote and plucked a stapled report. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have some business to take care of."

Huh? Chuck watched, stunned for a moment. Her heels click clacked down the hall, echoing down the now empty corridor. Her hips swayed as she walked. He licked his lips and noticed she stopped.

"Ms. Carr! Can I please have a word with you?"

Chuck pretended to fiddle with the lock of a locker. Out of the corner of his eye he strained himself to hear what Blair was discussing. A few other students milled around, slamming lockers making it difficult to hear. Inconspicuously, Chuck inched down the corridor and attempted to eavesdrop.

"This is a B."

Since Chuck could remember, Blair had always been a straight A student. Now of all times she gets a B? His stomach clenched. With college admissions coming so soon, one paper could be the difference of Blair getting into Yale. Chuck caught a glance of Ms. Carr's unfazed demeanor. "Yes it is."

Blair seized Ms. Carr's forearm forcefully. She looked down on her teacher, menacingly. "You're new here so you don't know how the system works."

"I have a feeling your about to explain."

"Second semester seniors get a free pass. It's like pregnant ladies or fourteen year old Chinese gymnasts. Constance wants its students to get into the best colleges; that is why this free pass exists. If the Headmistress knew about this grade, she'd wrap you on the wrist."

"Maybe in time I'll get in trouble for not inflating grades like everyone else Miss Waldorf, but until then, I'll give marks based on merit."

Blair's voice faltered. "I need to keep my GPA perfect to get into Yale."

"You should've thought of that before." Miss Carr maneuvered around an awestruck Blair and passed through the courtyard.

Blair's mouth hung agape. She took a step toward the courtyard, contemplating whether she should go after their teacher but stopped. Her wide eyes were filled with panic. Chuck cursed to himself as he stared at her for too long-which wasn't hard for him to do. She caught his stare and asked breathlessly, "What are you still doing here?"

Chuck opened his mouth, about to reply before she cut in. Her eyes were calculating and she stomped towards him, fire flickering in her eyes. "Never mind that, what you just saw and heard you will not tell anyone. I can't have anybody knowing that my GPA is going to tank after this mark. Especially to Nelly Yuki - she applied to Yale too."

"I won't tell a soul-"

Blair pointed a finger at his chest. "You better not Bass because I swear to god, I will-"

Chuck pushed her finger away. "Enough with the empty threats Waldorf. It's not me you need to worry about here."

Blair took a couple deep breaths, as if trying to contain herself. "Early admissions for Yale are coming up. I don't need Miss Carrcrash to ruin it for me! It's not like I've planned my whole life for this or anything!" Blair said waving her hands dramatically.

Chuck saw this as an opportunity. There was no way he was going to watch Blair not get what she so desperately wanted. All her life she slowly built towards this moment. She deserved it. As for himself, he still didn't know what he was going to do. There was little hope for him, but so much for her. "I say it's time to get the bitch."

Blair smirked. "Right you are Bass."

Chuck smirked back and added casually, "And how convenient is it that your scheming partner happens to be available, and oh so willing to help this evening?"

He observed her features express an array of emotions. Anger pursed her beautiful lips. Fear clouded her eyes. Determination knitted her brows together. All these emotions combined encapsulated a very pissed off Blair.

"Do you still have your P.I's number?"

"On speed dial."

Spotted: E trading C in for her new friend Little J-again. Looks like C just couldn't be tamed by E. Could it all be over between them already? Are we really surprised? Because I'm not, and from the looks of B she isn't either.

A few weeks after spending every day at lunch together, Jenny finally invited Evelyn over to the loft. It was a quaint space compared to the penthouse Evelyn stayed in, but she loved it. It was a much less intimidating space. It was cozy and reminded Evelyn of her life before she moved to New York. It seemed like she lived back in Connecticut so long ago, but it had only been a little over a month. She talked to Katie less and less, but she was oddly okay with that. There wasn't much to talk about between the two of them. The gossip back home didn't travel nearly as quickly as it did at Constance and St. Jude's. Scandals weren't as shocking or as compromising.

"It's not much, but it's always been home for me," Jenny said shaking Evelyn from her muddled thoughts. Everything about the loft was mismatching and eclectic. One of a kind. Chopping away at the center island in the open kitchen, a man stood. He looked much younger than her father, with brown hair. He looked up at the two girls and wrinkles formed around his eyes as he smiled.

He must dye his hair, Evelyn thought. No parent ever looks that young. The wrinkles were a dead giveaway.

Jenny tossed her key on the kitchen counter and hopped on one of the bar stools. She greeted the man-which Evelyn assumed to be her father.

"Is Dan home?"

The man continued to chop up carrots and dropped them in a thick orange pot. "He's not. He told me he's getting his portfolio together to submit his works to Dartmouth."

"Shouldn't he have done that a few months ago?"

He shook his head. "Dartmouth's admissions come much later than most colleges. Deadline is tomorrow morning."

He turned to face Evelyn. "You brought a friend home today. Hi I'm Rufus, Jenny's dad."

"Hi, I'm Evelyn."

"Pleasure to meet you," Rufus wiped his hands on his cloth draped over his shoulder. "So Jenny tells me you've transferred and moved to New York?"

Evelyn joined Jenny and sat down on one of the cushy stools. "That's right. I moved from Connecticut."

"Nice, very nice. That's a beautiful state-well the last time I went on tour we passed through and it was beautiful." He popped a jar open of a thick tomato sauce.

One word stood out from that whole sentence and peaked Evelyn's interest. "On tour?"

He nodded. "I'm surprised Jenny didn't tell you. Oh wait, I forgot it's not hip anymore."

Jenny shot her father a hard glare. "Dad!"

Rufus continued, "it did make a comeback last year though-"

"Just ignore him. He gets caught up in the nostalgia," Jenny said and rolled her eyes.

Evelyn's gaze shifted back to Rufus. He was a rock star? Evelyn wondered. "I think that's really cool," Evelyn told them earnestly.

"Seriously?" Jenny's mouth hung agape.

Rufus stopped cutting the stalk of celery and smiled proudly. "See? Just because I'm old doesn't mean what I did in my youth wasn't awesome."

Immediately, Jenny covered her face with her hands. "This is why I don't bring friends over. We're going to my room now. "

Jenny hopped off the stool and Evelyn followed her to a set of double doors. Her room was probably the most bizarre layout Evelyn had ever seen. Her double bed was pushed up against the left wall. The other wall across from her bed looked to be some sort of metal wall. Seperating half of the wall was one small handle.

"Sorry about my dad. I swear he does it on purpose now to. Before he tried to be the 'cool' dad, but gave up on it after I got in trouble with wreaking a designer dress."

"Wait what?"

Jenny waved her hand dismissively. "I'll tell you about it later."

Evelyn didn't push the issue further. "That's okay. And if it makes you feel any better, I saw one of my friend's fathers back home practicing a hip-hop routine. Apparently he thinks he's a gangster now."

Jenny laughed. "You have weird friends."

"Well I'm friends with you now aren't I? You fit in perfectly," Evelyn smirked.

She turned to face the metal door. "Does that thing open?" Evelyn asked. She took a step towards and noted the pile of fabric on the comfy brown chair in the corner and table with a sewing machine.

"It does. It separates my room from my brother Dan's."

"He wants to be a writer right?"

"Yes. The arts seem to run in my family. My mom's a painter too." Jenny ran her nimble fingers across her soft quilted bedding.

"No kidding," Evelyn chuckled. "Does she usually work late?"

Jenny shook her head. "My parents are divorced. She lives in Hudson with another guy."

Evelyn sat on the edge of Jenny's bed. She didn't know what to say. Evelyn understood what Jenny was must have gone through. A few of her friends back in Connecticut had suffered through their parent's divorce.

"I'm sorry to hear that," Evelyn finally said earnestly. "Do you at least get to see her often?"

Jenny pulled her long legs close to her frame. "Not as much anymore. You know how I told you about the fashion show at Bart Bass's benefit?"

She remembered. Late last week, Evelyn asked for the full story about the fashion show. Shockingly, Jenny explained that she crashed a benefit in honor of Bart Bass- her father. Apparently, she got into more trouble with her father than with Bart- whose benefit was ruined. Evelyn's father didn't press charges or anything.

"Yes I remember."

Jenny squeezed her arms around her knees. "She didn't even care. My dad warranted my own arrest and she didn't even come intervene. She didn't call or ask about it. I don't even think she read about it in the papers."

The more and more time Evelyn spent with New York City kids, the more she put her own life in perspective. Back home, she never talked about these kinds of things with any of her girlfriends. Their lives were stable and secure for the most part. With Jenny and Eric, she finally found people she could relate to. She'd only found one person in Connecticut that she related to and could talk about this kind of stuff. It didn't end well between them.

"She's missing out," Evelyn said.

"I told her-almost begged- her to come back last fall for Thanksgiving. It was unexpected but it completely ruined thanksgiving." Jenny paused for a moment. "I thought that if I could bring her back, that we could be a family again. It's was a bit idealistic at the time."

"I would've done the same thing." Evelyn's blue eyes softened.

Suddenly a loud screech of metal scratching on metal jerked Evelyn's attention making her jump. A boy, a couple years older with short black hair appeared. His arms were suspended above his head. He wore his uniform that was wrinkled. His shirt was half tucked his corduroy pants and maroon tie loosened.

His dark eyes looked surprised. "Oh hi there."

"Hi," Evelyn waved at him.

"Evelyn, this is my brother Dan. Dan this is my friend Evelyn from school."

"You have friends?" He teased his sister.

She rolled her eyes. "More than you do."

He shrugged and turned his attention to Evelyn. "Hey," He waved awkwardly.

Dan Humphrey. Why does that name sound familiar? A memory surged through her brain. Dan Humphrey was lonely boy! The boy Chuck told her to avoid and that he wasn't worth her time.

He turned to Jenny. "Dad says dinner will be reading in ten minutes. You can set the table."

"That's not fair! I set it the past few days!"

"I'm busy preparing for college."

Jenny scoffed. "You know, you can't use that excuse for everything."

"It's a very convincing excuse." He began to pull the metal divider down again before Jenny could argue any further.

Groaning, Jenny got up from her bed. "Sorry my brother can be a jerk sometimes."

If only you met my brother, Evelyn thought to herself. "It's okay. He seems pretty harmless, so I think I'll be okay."

Jenny turned on the screen of her laptop. "Do you have Facebook? I tried looking you up but couldn't find you."

Evelyn swallowed uncomfortably. "That's because I deleted my account. It was distracting, but there was a bit of drama that went down, so I just wanted to get away from it all."

Jenny nodded understandingly. She closed the lid of her laptop and turned to face Evelyn. "Do you want to stay for dinner? Of course, if you want to put up with the craziness that is the Humphreys."

"I wouldn't want to intrude-"

"Please, my dad wouldn't mind at all. Besides, it smells like he made his signature Bolognese sauce. Don't tell him I said this, but it's pretty amazing."

Evelyn bit her lip. During the week except Fridays, the Van der Basses usually ate at different times due to conflicting schedules. Usually she'd eat with Eric or Chuck most commonly, but one night out wouldn't hurt. She'd quickly shoot off a text to Chuck and Eric to let them know.

"Well when you put it that way, how can I resist?"

"This bitch is cleaner than Mother Teresa," Blair groaned.

So far the scheming had not gone very well. Each idea they conjured up always lead to a dead end. Chuck ran his hand on her silk comforter. Just a few days ago, he'd been in the same room under different circumstances. Whatever resentment or awkwardness they had before vanished as Blair set her sights on a new victim.

"I can call Andrew again and ask to do basic background searches on her relatives," Chuck suggested.

Blair paced in front of him, her lips pursed in deep thought. "We're just going to have to resort to plan that's riskier. She's new to New York and the Upper East Side, so we're going to have to pin something on her."

"How about a sex tape?"

Blair stopped pacing and smacked him across the head. "I was asking for good ideas, not suicidal ones! How the hell did you expect Carr crash of all people to do that?"

Chuck rubbed his head, scowling. "Did it ever occur to you that you can hire people to do things? In this case, hire actors?"

Blair rolled her eyes. "I want good ideas Bass."

"I'm thinking."

"Well you're not producing, now think harder!" Blair ordered.

His phone buzzed and he opened it to reveal a Gossip Girl blast. Blair already scrolled through her message.

"Looks like Andrew is losing his touch."

Chuck smirked. "Please, Andrew is the best money can buy of P.I's."

Blair crossed her arms and smirked bitchily. Damn, Chuck thought, she looked so sexy right now.

"Then how did he miss our victim fraternizing with a student after hours?"

"You can't be serious."

"Check Gossip Girl."

Begrudgingly, Chuck pulled out his phone and opened the new message.

Is Lonely Boy giving a certain new teacher more than just an apple?

"This calls for a stakeout," Blair said. Her smile is devious, and oh so Blair.

He thought he lost her earlier today. He knew that if this plan fails he just might. Yale meant everything to Blair, and it now meant everything to him to ensure she got accepted. He may be acting out of guilt for what happened at the Oak Room, and they declared strict friendship until they were older. Scheming meant they were just friends. Old pals.

Didn't it?

Chuck tore his eyes away from the photo. "I'll have a long talk with Andrew."

"I'll text you on Friday when and where we'll meet. I'll need an extra pair of eyes."

Chuck took that as his cue to leave. He stood and slowly ambled to the door. He didn't want to leave, her room smelled like her sweet fragrance. As soon as he was at the door he turned. Blair was right there and looked so tempting in her uniform.

Focus Chuck, he told himself. He didn't need to get distracted however easy it was. Besides, they agreed to remain friends.

He waited for her to say something, a clue as to what she thought of him. Did she still despise him? Did she not care anymore?

Anything was better than that.

"Well thank you for your help Bass."

She said it formally. Still friends - he concluded. They stood close to each other. Chuck's hand ached to caress her face. His lips twitched, wanting to kiss her plump lips. But he didn't. He screwed up their relationship far too many times before and didn't want to do so again.

He'd get another girl tonight. Pretend it was Blair. After a whole summer of doing that it was the next best alternative than having the girl. It was better than jacking off alone in a cold shower. He hadn't done it in a while anyway. Due to his… mechanical problems Blair provoked, tonight, he'd get over it.

Scheming with Blair always did make him horny.

With a fleeting look, his intense stare turned playful. His hand rested on the handle of the door and he turned his back on her.

He smirked when he called to her over his shoulder to her, "Don't forget your beret."

Late in the evening Evelyn stepped foot back in the penthouse. She called everyone's name but found the penthouse to be surprisingly silent. A bit too silent. Evelyn checked the office upstairs, and the main floor to find it deserted.

Where was everyone?

She was only two steps away from her brother's bedroom when she heard a loud crash. Alarmed, Evelyn hurried to the door. What the hell was that? Evelyn panicked.

"Chuck?" Evelyn called as she twisted the knob. The door swung open. Evelyn's eyes widened.

Chuck hovered over a blonde girl on his bed. Her legs were wrapped around his waist tightly, and half clothed. He glanced at the doorway, a look of irritation until he noticed who was at the door. His hazel eyes softened and looked shocked.

"Umm…s-s-sor-"Evelyn cut herself off and slammed the door shut. Her hands were clammy, and she was as pale as her white uniform shirt. She rushed off to her room, slamming her door. She stormed up to her mirror and rubbed her eyes, trying to erase the image of her brother out of her head.

If I take enough Aspirin will I be too drugged up to potentially forget that this ever happened? Evelyn wondered. Maybe I could rinse my eyes out with water. The sight she witnessed just moments ago alluded to another one similar to what she experienced late last year. But this time the roles were reversed.

His lips are wet and sloppy. She froze, her slow reaction a side effect from the alcohol. Barely thinking straight she pressed her hands to his bulky chest and pushed him away as hard and fast as she could. In her peripheral someone came through the door.

Thank god.

"What are you doing? Get off of me!" Evelyn sputtered as she pushed the predator boy away from her.

She immediately turned to see the stranger at the door. It was a friend. Her bestfriend. Her heart lifted a bit but immediately plummeted when she realized what he witnessed. "It's not what it looks like!"

Evelyn took a few steps back from the predator but he takes a few steps towards her. "Get out of here bro. This room is taken."

His voice is steady and even. "No."

"Dude, your work here is done."

What the hell does that mean? Evelyn ducked under his claws and rushed to the door and past her bestfriend. Her brain was fuzzy and nothing was making sense. So, she ran out of the room as fast as she could and didn't look back.

A gentle knock snapped her back to the present. Stop thinking about it, Evelyn cursed to herself. It'll only make you feel worse than you already do.

Her brother stood in the doorway, slightly disheveled. Chuck stepped into her room without knocking. Even in the most awkward of circumstances he kept his composure. He was smooth; smooth as ice.

"I'm sorry you had to see that."

Evelyn crossed her arms. Her brain was lagging after a long day and she tried to pull her thoughts together. "Uh… It's okay. I should've…knocked. I heard a crash and I thought something was wrong."

Chuck combed a hand through his unruly hair. "I don't know if you are aware of this but… I'm not the most reputable person in New York."

Evelyn rolled her eyes. "I know."

"What? How?"

"I told you, I read up on you from Gossip Girl." Evelyn smirked. It didn't occur often, but her brother could be really dense sometimes.

"I started a month after you were a junior and read from there- sorry that sounds really creepy."

Chuck shifted from foot to foot. ''How much do you know?"

Evelyn smirked. "Do you have something to hide?"

Chuck rolled his eyes. "Please."

Evelyn chuckled. "Well if it's any indication, I know that you have had your 'conquests'."

"Right, about that…" Chuck trailed off.

"Were you going to say something?"

He pondered her question for a moment. Evelyn didn't know what it was about her brother, but she'd never met anyone like him. He could be caring. He could be selfish. To top it off he was the class womanizer and devil- all packaged in a dapper pastel suit.

"No-Yes. Does it bother you?"

"Well since nobody really knows we're related no."

"What if they did?"

She stared at him for a brief moment. He cares what I think of him? Evelyn thought. "It's your life Chuck. Live it the way you want to."

He moved further into her bedroom and sat on her bed. "That's the problem. I don't know how."

"What do you mean?"

Chuck fell back onto her bed. "I mean that I never live up to people's expectations- Important people. They expect me to be some lazy self-obsessed hellion."

Isn't there a bit of truth in that? Evelyn wondered. "I still don't understand what you mean."

Chuck sighed and returned to sitting upright. "I mean that people look down upon me. They think I'm scum."

Out of all the stories and truths Chuck had verbalized, this surprised her the most. Nobody believed in his? Not even their father?

"That's not true. Dad believes in you-"

"No he doesn't. Thinks I'm useless and a troublemaker. You don't know what it was like before. Before, he would leave without telling me. He'd come back and wouldn't talk to me."

Was he telling the truth? Was their father that cold? Evelyn got the feeling her father was a reserved man but to leave Chuck while he was a child? She refused to consider it.

"Why do you do that stuff that it says on Gossip Girl?"

He doesn't answer. He clears his throat and looked away.

Now that Evelyn thought about it, she really didn't see their father that much. When he announced he had to go away for business for a week her heart twinged. She was disappointed. Didn't he want her after all these years? Why else did he find her for? Evelyn brushed a piece of lint from her uniform absentmindedly. If he didn't care like Chuck said, Evelyn became much more wary of her father's intentions.

Maybe she shouldn't have come in the first place - curiosity be damned. She felt her stomach twist in a tight knot. She exhaled loudly, easing the tension. She looked up at her brother. Hunched over, shoulders sagged, he looked miserable.

Lost. Just like her.

"Is he really like that?" She asked in a hushed voice.

"He was with me, but he's making an effort with you."

"Probably out of guilt."

Chuck ran his hands over his charcoal pants. "I won't lie to you and say that doens't play a factor."

Evelyn ran a finger along her smooth wooden desk chair, eyes searching the floor. "I always wanted to know... why I wasn't wanted. I don't think I still am." Not her or there, Evelyn added silently. She felt shut out by her closest friend back home and by her father here.

"Don't be ridiculous. There are other people here that do. Like me. I was completely in the dark about this for eighteen years of my life. Supposedly, I may have known something when I was two, but there is no way I can remember that far back."

Evelyn smiled sadly. "I'll talk to him when he gets back."

Evelyn continued, "now, we are going to forget whatever happened earlier and pretend I did not have to witness such an atrocity for my eyes. We are going to the kitchen and will eat ice cream."

He blinked back at her, a mix of confusion and awe. "Okay."

Evelyn smiled. "Good, now come."

Weeks flew by as Bart continued to slave away at Bass Industries. He had a big business venture he'd been planning for a couple years now that would soon take flight in the fall. He planned to expand Bass Industries to new countries Europe. Specifically, he planned to continue his expansion with England and move East ward. Bart had already expanded in Asia in places such as Tokyo and Hong Kong with success. Now, he planned to expand further, push the boundaries harder to achieve his next goal.

Currently, his private flight was held up at JFK airport. The runway and terminals were jammed with other larger commercial jets and he had to wait for the private section of aircrafts. He'd barely been home most of the month after he announced he had to go away on business. Truthfully, he missed his family. Goal seeking and business in general got to be very lonely a lot of the time.

Bart drummed his anxious finger on the coffee table beside him. He took a sip of his cranberry juice, and settled back on the couch. He pulled out his phone and scrolled down the long list of his contacts. Most of them he could personally care less about. Many were business acquaintances, and few were family.

Although he was not technically allowed to have his phone on during flight, Bart sometimes forgot to turn it off. Now, waiting on the tarmac he didn't see any harm in using his cellphone. He found Lily's cell in his directory and called her.

"Hello?" Lily's gentle voice transmitted from the other end.

"Hey Lily it's me. I'm at JFK airport right now. There's a lot of heavy traffic on the tarmac so I'm at a standstill right now. I should be home soon."

"That's fine. All the kids are home. How was the flight?"

"Long," Bart replied. He ran a tired hand over his face. "How have the kids been?"

"Good. They've been busy with school and such. How did the business trip go with-wait was it with Phillip Montgomery?"

"Yes he was there. He's a key shareholder that I needed to convince him with this project."

"Wait, he's the one that divorced his wife Malory two summers ago correct?"

Leave it to Lily to relate business to gossip. She always did know what was going on with whom. "I believe so. He wasn't wearing a wedding band and was with another woman. I think her name was Ruby."

"Wait who?"

Bart didn't say anything. He was baffled. "Why does this matter?"

"Was her last name Taylor?" Lily asked seriously.

What the hell was she getting at? Bart wondered. "Uhh… I'm pretty sure it was."

"And she had brown hair with a mole under her right eye?"

Bart's icy stare looked ahead confused. "She did."

"Oh my god! Barnaby was right! She's back! Ruby Taylor is back!"

In that moment, Bart was sure Lily had lost her marbles. All of them. "I don't mean to sound harsh Lily, but who cares?"

He could see her arms flail and then pinch the bridge of her nose. "I'll tell you about it when you get home. Since you're going to have to deal with Phillip, I'm going to have to see Ruby aren't I?"

"Most likely since the deal will be signed tomorrow. We'll be working close together him and me."

The plane started to move again. Bart jerked forward slightly and readjusted the phone to his ear. "The plane is moving again. I'll see you when I get home."

Lily relayed her goodbye and Bart was left alone once again. He looked out of the closest window, darkness overtaking the Manhattan sky. He rested back in his seat exhausted, but glad to be home.

A/N: I've already started writing the next chapter so my goal is to have it up by next Sunday. Some motivation from you awesome reviewers is most certainly encouraged! Thanks for reading and don't forget to leave a review!