Question Series: Chapter Ten.
Question Series: Chapter Tenth.
(Washington D.C, U.S.: Press - Room, White House)
Whispers washed entire building, staffs and workers were talking about the sounds they heard while guards and agents were running around to check and even closing the building entrance. The mysterious howl of a wolf and the roar of a lion become a sudden phenomenon and a woman in name of Carol need to push into the Press Room quickly placing a single piece of note on the high-table of the Press Secretary who just giving a briefing and whispering to her direct boss’s ear, “I don’t know what happen, but be prepare, because Secret Services would swarm into the room and drag you out,” before leaving C.J. Gregg gaping at her assistant’s retreating back in middle of giving Night-Briefing to at least fifty different reporters from fifty different publishers. Ignoring reporters in front of her instantly perked up, craning their necks, pens and notepads at hands ready to jot down any news from the night-briefing. It is the only chance for them before they could print out the news they got from the tall Press Secretary for next day over a quite peaceful Saturday and since morning no news that pumping their bloods they could scrap and wrote. They watched with trepidation and anticipation filled the air as C.J. snatched the note that only got short messages: ‘Nymph’s-House in N.Y. explodes.’
“Oh my God,” C.J.’s mind already racing for her friend and the President’s niece’s safety from four different doors of the Press Room at least a half-dozen Secret Services swarming inside. “Ms. Gregg, please come with us.” Two agents moved to her, grabbed her arms even with her tall-six-foot height they easily lifting her up at least several inches from the ground and with C.J. barely snatching her folder from the tall-desk she was dragged out leaving reporters yelling out her name and make a ruckus behind her. Any other day C.J. would think about how she must have been utterly ridiculous in such pose, but right now she could only think about The President’s Niece, The President’s Daughter she knew too was in New York. Are they under attack? Are there any casualties? Are there any innocent people U.S. Citizens or not, got killed? How big this explosion? How much damage? And the most importantly, The President’s Niece’s wellbeing and from what Zoey hinted at her, Miranda Priestly the Queen of fashion, who should be with Andy. If something happened to Andy -hopefully not- they still could hide it, but if something happen to Miranda Priestly? C.J. already got a headache if something happen to the famous woman outside the First Lady in this nation.
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(Washington D.C.: Capitol Hill)
“And how many times we must tell you, we cannot allow a tax-cut!” Toby snapped angrily, daringly facing a table full with Congressmen, he went on. “If we do that, entire government would be shut down!”
“This nation got too much debt, Toby!” one of the congressmen yelled at him.
“And who done that!?” Toby yelled back, “Last time I check this is my second-year of The President who got elected just two years ago in his first term! We don’t have too long time to blow up the budget!”
Seated to Toby’s left side a black-curly hair woman leaned to her left side, “how come Toby could continue yelling?” she asked in whisper toward a tired looking Josh Lyman. “He got a thick spinal-cord?” the later answered her question in matching tone. “Its four hours now, Josh.” The woman saw him rolled his eyes, “And what you wanted me to tell you, Mandy?” he asked her. “Want me to tell you that-” whatever words he wanted to say was interrupted as the doors into the meeting room bang open and fifteen agents went straight toward three staffs of the White House. “What the hell!?” Josh cried as two of them already grabbed his arms and yanked him out of the chair. “I am sorry, Mr. Lyman, but you, Mr. Ziegler and Ms. Hampton need to come with us,” said one of the agents never once pausing to drag Josh that snatching his satchel and few folders from the table.
“What happen?” Toby asked to the agents on his right and left, he didn’t resist simply curious and worry as the Security Services bringing him and his fellow workers out of the meeting room, he got answer by a piece of a note shoved an inch to his nose making his eyes crossed for a second, the same messages C.J. Gregg read in the White House made him snapped out, “What the-!? How that could happens!?”
“What!? What!?” Josh asked, yelling repeatedly to get the note to be shoved to his own nose. “Oh holy~!”
“Can someone, somebody, anybody, tell me what in heaven and hell’s name going on here!?” Mandy was irritated as she doesn’t know anything about the current situation they faced and only got an agent hauling her small form in fireman-style out of the building and straight to the unmark black sedan waiting outside. “I deserved an explanation!” she cried out, frustrated.
“It’s Andy.” Josh whispered sharply making the woman who by her short height practically covered by all tall agents around her, choked out, “That Andy!? I thought she still in Europe!”
“Inside the car!” Toby barked not wanting for any sensitive information been heard accidentally by bystanders that all staring at them in confusion. Toby, Josh and Mandy practically thrown into the backseat of the unmark sedan with all agents smoothly entering the GMC jeeps on front and the back of the sedan. In no time the motorcade with screeching sounds of the wheels against the asphalt speeding down the road and straight to the White House.
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(London, UK: Ministry of Magic - The Atrium)
Wizards and witches inside the Atrium were in chaos, they didn’t hear anything about the explosion (yet) but the explosive of huge amount of magical power reached all the way across the ocean to their very place. “With that huge amount of magical power I wouldn’t surprise if entire globe felt it!” a brunette with stern visage yet nevertheless beautiful, her cloak billowing behind her as she striding from a corridor into the hordes that running around like a headless chicken inside The Atrium. “Has someone already located from where that power came!?”
“We still searching it, Hermione,” a pretty woman with scarlet hairs moved next to her.
“Others?”
“Neville is in Hogwarts with Harry and Draco from their tutor-lessons for DADA and Potion Classes.”
“Where’s your aunt, Susan?” Hermione demanded.
“She is inside Buckingham Palace, Hermione!” another redhead but with freckles on her face pushed through the throng of wizards and witches and shoved a piece of parchment to Hermione’s hand, “you need to read that, Ministry Bones cannot leave her spot next to the Royal family,” she told the brunette who nodded, “Thank you, Ginny,” looking down Hermione read the message that quite simple: ‘Ms. Granger, please lead the Ministry as my Second-in-Command with Mr. Evans-Potter. I cannot leave the Queen’s side until we found out what and who had give out that enormous wave of magical power, from where, and would this being be a threat or not to us. A. Bones.’
The instruction is simple but to do it, not that simple. Handing the paper to Susan who reading it with Ginny, Hermione reached to her wand, lifted it up above her head and give a loud bang stopping everyone and silencing every sound. “Enough of this!” she swept her gaze around sternly. “You are ministries’ staffs and workers! If you already panic like this, people out there that we shall protect would be more than panic, there would be a massive hysteric and none of them would believe in you! Control yourself and return to your posts! Aurors go out and check every area for Wizards and Witches’ residences! I wanted at least fifty of you on Diagon Alley, Hogwarts and Hogsmeade, each half of team used Flying Broom to scout from airs! Check everyone coming in and out, captures any suspicious individual, and inform me or later on once he arrived, Harry, before you open fire! Now move!” at the end of her orders The Atrium immediately deserted by Wizards and Witches that till few seconds ago, bunked there.
“As expected from Hermione,” Ginny grinned teasingly, finding the situation quite amusing, “none dare to question your orders.” She got a soft bonk on the back of her head from the brunette who glaring to the younger witch. “While you felt amuse, go to Hogwarts, dragged our boys back here immediately and tell the Headmistress to lockdown the castle until further notice.” She instructed.
“Sure thing,” with cheeky wink Ginny runs to one of many fireplaces around the Atrium and disappeared, “…shouldn’t you check ‘her,’ Hermione?” Susan smiled knowingly to the brunette, stifling a giggle as Hermione’s cheeks went pink. “I am sure she’ll be fine inside the Gringotts, Susan,” turning on her heels, “and I think Ginny’s wink not for the two of us,” the Granger smirked secretly seeing her friend’s face flush red.
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(Washington D.C.: White House - Chief of Staff’s Office)
“No, no, don’t go back here yet, Mr. President!” Leo said repeatedly into the phone, he cringed a bit hearing his yell. “No! I don’t know anything about it yet but as soon as I could find out what happen, I will inform you immediately!” his head whipped around as the doors to his office swung open and few agents entering the office. “Mr. McGarry! We need you to evacuate to safe-area immediately!”
“Yes! Yes, sir! All of your daughters are fine!” Completely ignoring how he got hauled out of his chair by an agent that depositing him over his left shoulder, Leo still talking with the President through his mobile phone. “Zoey is fine! She is far from there and Gina Toscano is with her and fifteen other agents! They brought her to another safe-house! Yes sir! No! Only Andy’s place! I don’t know anything about-yes! Andy is inside the penthouse with her special guest of the day and as soon as I got the news about their wellbeing I will inform you immediately! We still didn’t know about it! Agents already swarming the building-” as he kept talking Leo’s eyebrow arch to find he was joined by agents that lifting up his Press Secretary, “They refused to put me down and let me walk with my own feet,” said C.J. complete with a roll of her eyes.
“-and no, no words from Pentagon, so we could lower our too-high assumptions to a safe-level of a Gas Leak accident and no need to worry for that, NYPD already informed that the crime-scene belonged to Security Service although they need to be there to be a camouflage for the Medias,” Leo continued as if he never got distracted. “Yes, Mr. President. Commander Harper is the one who leading the team in New York with Captain Rivera-Spencer as her current second-in-command. All Senior Staffs in D.C. are in process to get collected and picked from where they scattered,” another distraction came from his left side where agents lifting up a half-naked Sam Seaborn -who only got a large towel to cover his lower-body- in same pose with what they did to C.J. “I was at the Gym, taking shower after spending time lifting up weights for an hour and just wanted to put my clothes when they barging inside,” Sam reported to Leo who rolled his eyes heavenward whilst C.J. flashed one of her most annoying smirks to Sam… who got dragged to the ‘safe-area’ in this White House… only with a towel.
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(New York: Penthouse)
“Remember, our first priority is to get to Andy and Miranda!” Cocking her gun, Kate Harper pressed her back against the wall next to the door of the President’s Niece’s penthouse. She wore a Kevlar vest just like the rest of agents, mentally counting the number of the agents she got, Kate give a sharp nod to Rafael, the later signaled with his head jerking it to direction of the door as two agents immediately ram forward destroying the door and entering the penthouse by rolling on the ground and went to one knees, guns already at hands immediately aimed forward, “Secret Services!” they yelled.
“Inside! Inside!” Kate ordered rushing into the penthouse, whipping her gun to all direction as she makes her way to the stairs. “Clear the floor! Rafael with me!” she shouted running up to the second floor with Rafael hot on heels and skidded to stop on the broken door of Andy’s bedroom. “What you think about this situation, Captain?” the blonde woman asked Rafael, watching him pressing his back on other side of the door, “I don’t know, Commander.” The Captain peered into the hole; something that quite familiar on the air inside the bedroom invading his nostril, “This,” he sniffed few times and paled. “But the smell of bloods inside Andy’s bedroom is very thick.”
Kate drew a breath and cringed as indeed even for her, the smell of bloods are too thick for her liking. Lifting up her right wrist, “Get me EMTs,” she spoke to the wire there before looking to Rafael, “where are they?” she watched him with quite fascinated look as Rafael simply closing his eyes and concentrating for few seconds, “…I could feel them inside Andy’s Hot-Spring on the very back of her bathroom.”
“Andy and Miranda?”
“Yeah.”
“I sensed ‘but.’” Kate pointed out.
“Correct,” opening his eyes, Rafael looked genuinely confuse, “…I felt smaller presence inside the bedroom, and this presence pulsating a great amount of magical-power, similar with the one that explode sixty seconds ago.” A paused, then with hesitation he added, “…and somehow, the presence is…a bit identical with Andy’s and what I assumed, Miranda’s.”
Both were staring to each other, confusion and uncertain with the current situation. “Our top priority is to get to Andy and Miranda,” Kate decided, “we could check this smaller-presence later.” Nodding in agreement, “use your night-vision-visor, Commander,” said Rafael lifting up his special machine-gun HK5, “I’ll be on front.” As he went inside, Kate quickly put on her night-vision visor, carefully and as quietly as she could, moving among debris and shattered glass on the floor, in complete silent they moved into the bathroom and went straight to the special-area where they found Andy and Miranda unconscious on the ground. From Andy’s position half on top of Miranda’s back, they could deduce Andy must have shove Miranda to the ground before the explosion happen.
“I’ll get to them.” Kate stated while Rafael stood facing the only entrance with his riffle ready to spat out hot bullets, four of that scorching and deadly projectiles in a second while the Commander down to her knees to check the two women pulses. “They are alive.” Kate said smiling as she heard Rafael exhaled in relieved. “Oh good lord! My new mom is a fashion-whore, she will strangle me to dead if something happen to the famous Fashion Diva we got in this city while certain President would kill me if something happen to his niece,” sending a mental prayer that both women are fine he sensed someone’s eyes on him and took a quick look over his shoulder to see Kate Harper’s lips pressed thinly yet a hint of a smile still visible for him to see. “Not funny, Commander. You didn’t know my new mom, but you certainly know Andy’s uncle.”
“Right,” stifling a chuckle Kate focused to Andy as the brunette gives a groan with the Queen of Fashion beneath her too slowly stirring out of her unconscious-condition back to the living realm. “Andy. Miranda.” The commander helped Andy to roll off Miranda, “Rafael, where’s the EMTs?” she demanded to the Latina captain who immediately busy with his radio. “Andy. Miranda? You two okay?” Kate asked, tenderly shifting Andy’s hairs away from her face. “Yeah, I’m fine,” reaching up Andy hissed a little, “I think I hurt my head.” Then she blinked her eyes open, “Miranda!? Miranda!?” worry for the older woman’s safety Andy near jolted when the editor replied her with her usual sassiness. “I am fine, Andréa. Your voices brought me from the dead.” Came the usual sarcastic tone; the editor peered through half-lid eyes when she felt the younger woman hugging her from behind giving a soft sob, relieved that the older woman is fine. “Oh thank you heaven.” Feeling a bit awkward Miranda patted Andy’s hairs, “I wouldn’t die that easily, Andréa. Now calm down and help me to turn around.” She murmured only for Andy’s ears.
Kate had kindly looked away giving them privacy until both women sat on the sand-ground of Andy’s special area, the Japanese hot-spring. “What happen?” Kate asked still looking around just like Rafael; both didn’t want to look at the couple behind them. Andy wouldn’t mind that much, but the two soldiers well-aware how Miranda Priestly could let loose her inner-wrath… let just say without knowledge of what happen here, to allow the Dragon to wakeup and raise to the majestic height and breathing fire is the last thing they wanted to do.
“I am not sure,” shifting around so she could hold Miranda but by her well-trained instinct she put the older woman slightly behind her, ready to protect the Editor’s life if necessary and this action didn’t fail to be noticed by Miranda. “I was just showing this room to Miranda,” Andy tried to recall what happen few moments ago, “I felt sudden urge of magical power,” she caught Rafael and Kate gave quick glances to her direction before they shifted their eyes away, understanding they must have guess she have informed Miranda about who she is, “and I tackled Miranda to the ground before my world turn dark.”
Kate reached up to touch her ear-plug, “the first floor is clear from any intruders,” she repeated what other agents reported to her. “Are you sure there were no intruders, Andy?” the way the commander spoke made Andy’s brows knitting. “No. The ward and the security system automatically returned to the place after I closed and locked the front door. Why?”
Kate and Rafael traded a meaningful look. “…I smelled bloods from inside your bedroom, Andy,” Rafael said evenly.
“It was me,” Miranda shifted a bit from the brunette’s one-arm hug and lifted up her right hand to show her fingerless-glove, “I accidentally cut my hand.” She took away the ‘how’ though.
Again another meaningful look traded between Rafael and Kate.
“Why?” Andy asked persistently. “What is it?”
“The bloods even could be smelled by me, Andy.” Kate dropped her voice, keeping her voice low just in case they indeed got intruders. “I am not that special but I am a well-trained soldier just like Rafael and you. The amount of bloods I smelled clearly not comes from few droplets.” Then she looked at the two shocked women in the eyes. “Are you sure, there is no intruders, Andy? Miranda?”
“No, no,” Andy shook her head side-to-side to emphasize her words, “if there was an intruder the alarm would go off.”
“Then how this happen?” Rafael asked. “Why I felt a small presence inside your bedroom? Even now, its keep pulsate a large amount of magical power,” as he spoke he slowly noticed Miranda went blank while Andy’s eyes bulging out nearly out of the socket, “…and this small presence felt like… you and Miranda…” Rafael stopped, now openly staring at Miranda who covered a soft “oh” while Andy’s jaw hung open.
Now convinced both women knew what happen that probably related to the explosion, “Andy? Miranda?” Kate inquired. “Did the two of you know something or anything that related to the explosion?” she only got Andy giving a remarkable imitation of a fish as she opened and closing her mouth but no voice come out. “…okay, how about,” changing the tactic, “what you two doing before you went into this place?” Kate directed the question to Andy instead Miranda who immediately got the infamous scathing glare aimed like a laser-beam to the blonde. If a look could kill…Kate must have been dead by now.
Closing her mouth with audible click, “I was, we were,” Andy stammered jerking in surprise as a cry of a baby rang loudly inside the silent penthouse. “My baby!” Andy sprung to her feet and already makes a mad dash amazingly Miranda is hot on her heels shocking both NSA Deputy and the Captain behind as both women racing forward and in no time vanished from view.
After five seconds, “…did I just see THE Miranda Priestly running?” Rafael asked out loud, a pause, a blink and he squawk out, “Baby!?” while Kate already blurring forward leaving him struggling to wrap his mind around that shocking news, alone.
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“Oh sweetheart,” carefully cradling the baby wrapped inside a towel, Andy sat on the sofa inside her study on the first floor. Her tears were falling down freely as her baby-girl looking up at her with an auburn orb of her left eye and a too-familiar icy blue of her right orb. “She got your eye, Miranda.” Andy looked up to the Editor who standing next to her while looking down with amazement coloring her feature. “Indeed, Andréa, she does have my eye.” Reaching down with her left palm Miranda stroke the baby, the editor blinked when the baby-girl seized her left thumb… and sucking it… “…I think she is hungry,” said the Editor.
“Oh right! Milk!” Andy went panic. “But I got no formula!”
“Rafael will get it!” striding into the study-room, Zoey stopped few feet away from the couple on the sofa to bend down and pressed her palms on her knees, struggling to catch her breath obviously running whole the way to the penthouse. “You two okay?” she panted.
“Yes, we are fine.” Miranda replied while taking a seat next to Andy and picked up the baby to let the doe-eye beauty hugging her cousin who hugging her back as tight as she could. “I am glad you are fine. I need to threaten Gina and other agents to bring me here instead to the safe-house.” Zoey gushed out before she pulled back, looking at her cousin, to Miranda and down to the baby before back to Andy. “Who is that baby, sis?” she watched the older brunette immediately got anxious look, Andy looked to Miranda who simply gave her an encouraging look and knew she have no option. With her baby-girl now awaken from her deep sleep, she knew she need to inform the closest family she got here meaning, Zoey and her parents at very least. “Can I get a moment?” Andy directed her question to Kate and Gina, both nodded and silently leaving the room, closing the door on their way out.
“Come.” Andy rose from the sofa leading her cousin to her desk where she switch on her computer and typing a password to enter a secure-communication-link with her uncle and aunt she knew still on their way back to D.C. from California. After calming The President and the First Lady through webcam, Andy took several deep calming breaths before informing them what they didn’t know, what no one knows, and how her baby that fall into deep sleep for several years now awaken.
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“‘Jed!’” on the screen through webcam Andy who got Zoey hugging her tightly could see her aunt giving disapproval look as her uncle went rampage and letting loose profanities in his anger. Giving up calming her husband, Abbey turned to face the camera. “‘Have you informed your mothers, Andréa?’”
“No, not yet,” Andy answered tiredly. “It’s too sudden and, I don’t know aunty. I just hope…I would not disappoint them.”
“‘Don’t you dare speak like that, Andréa,’” Abbey retorted hotly, “‘what happened back then is none of your fault! What happened to your division is not your fault just like how you get your daughter! I felt disappointed because you didn’t trust me or your uncle, let alone you never informing your mothers! But I know that time was a war time, and everyone have their own share of sadness and grief!’”
“I make a mistake, aunty.” Andy cannot help but smiling as the woman she looked up like her own mother gives a haughty sniff. “‘Hardly. Even a mother who got their children in normal way could get a syndrome resulting them to reject their own children. I know this; I have seen it so many times. They could overcome it fast but it could be forever.’” Then Abbey softened her voice, “‘you are different Andréa, and you love that child. So no need to blame yourself, it’s a doctor’s order.’”
Smiling wider on her jokes, “yes ma’am,” Andy chuckled softly. “I am sorry to alert everyone, aunty.”
“‘Nonsense!’” her uncle returned to the view, albeit face still flushed from anger, the President visibly able to keep his emotion in check. “‘I admitted I am confused why your baby-girl came with a flashy entrance, but aside of that I am glad you, Zoey, Miranda and the baby is fine.’”
“Thank you, Mr. President,” came from across the room courtesy of Miranda who continued cradling the baby like her own daughter.
“‘You are welcome, Miranda. Now Andy, do you have any idea why that explosion happens?’”
“I do not know.” Andy confessed. “However I have read several ancient parchments and got my own small research to find away to wakeup my girl. What happen to my girl does happen several times in magical-world, although usually it’s happen when the child felt he or she is in great dangers. The power within them would get triggered and wrapped themselves inside a cocoon of elements they born with.” She uncomfortably shifted a bit in her seat as she give a confession of her previous relationship is only to find did the theory to wakeup the baby in such way could happen in special-circumstance such in her case. “I never expected Miranda’s bloods would be accepted by my baby. I mean, I have tried it few times from other…candidates…” she cringed as both elder rolled their eyes while Zoey shaking her head but they kept their mouth-close though, knowing Andy must have a really hard time all these years. “So… now your baby is yours and Miranda’s?” Zoey asked.
…A silent…
“I mean, by Andy’s theory she found from those parchments and tomes, in normal condition the parents only need to put their palms and let their powers been recognized by the child right?”
…Another silent…
“But when inside a special-circumstance, one of it, is like Andy’s, if the child was entering the cocoon less than a year old than more often than not, the donor’s bloods would suppress the genes outside of the birthmother, right?”
…A longer silent… whilst Andy gave a comical expression of shock, astonished, surprised including blushing horribly, Miranda’s eyes lit up and gleaming brightly on her seat unconsciously the Editor’s tightened her hug around the baby that still sucking her thumb as she still got no milk… and only Zoey’s parents who know Zoey put a serious thoughtful look is a mere an act. “We should give a DNA check but I wouldn’t surprise if they found Miranda’s bloods seeping into the baby’s and well, her DNA changing. Mom once told me about a liver-donor-case and the recipient was a girl less than eight-year-old and a year later her blood-type changing.” Rubbing her chin thoughtfully Zoey looked at Miranda who seems glowing and to gaping Andy, then in oh so innocent tone, “…but that means,” she paused to tap her cheek, “shouldn’t both of you need to marry?” Zoey asked, face straight, eyes innocent, all betraying how she mentally rolling with laughter inside her head.
“‘Then by all means, arrange the wedding!’” The President declared his voice booming out of the speakers. If Miranda could glow brighter she would rival the moon on the night sky outside for sure. Resembling reddest tomato, “Uncle!” Andy cried out, highly embarrassed. “We are not even dating!”
‘Yet’ is what four other people thought inside their heads.
“‘But you like Miranda.’” Her uncle said in matter-of-fact tone, rolling his eyes at Andy’s ‘in denial’ stammers, “‘oh please, I don’t need to always watching you to know did you like or dislike someone, Andy.’”
“Uncle!” on his pinning look she gave up. “Yes! Fine! I like Miranda, but-!”
Pointedly ignoring her, “‘Miranda, do you like my niece?’” Jed asked Miranda out loud.
“I do,” Miranda replied smirking toward Andy who turned redder if she could.
“‘Then it’s settled! Arrange the wedding! Where is the damn priest that wed us, Abbey!?’”
“Aunty! Please stop uncle! I beg you!” Andy whined begging and pleading until her aunt giving up and step into the issue, firmly stopping her husband who already grabbing a phone ranting out about his plan to call his loyal aide a.k.a. Leo to arrange the wedding. “‘Enough, Jed. Andréa still didn’t even informing Minerva or Amelia about her baby. Give the poor girl a time.’” Although she said this, thanks to Abbey’s back facing the webcam, Andy failed miserably to notice how her aunt got a devilish look. Something Andy never know that the First Lady not only an expert in medical-world… but in matchmaker too. Andy who doesn’t know this of course failed to notice it… including how the Doctor smoothly typing something on her mobile phone and few seconds later, using one arm to hold the baby, Miranda looked down to a new message inside her inbox leaving her Andréa simply relieved her uncle prevented to follow his plan never aware how Zoey got the tiniest smirk on the corner of her lips. She of course could read her mother’s plan just fine.
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Meanwhile across the city of New York, certain identical twin redheads still working how to use the phones they just purchased by reading the manual-books… while keeping in tab of certain troublemaker-mutant although currently they were grinning ear-to-ear behind the manual-books recalling their successful prank several hours ago.
“Andy is a precious friend, George.” Fred said flipping to new page.
“Yeap,” George bopped his head up and down never once looking up from his own book. “She got a lot of troubles and hard time she endured alone back in war.”
“We need to pay her services and loyalty with our own.”
“Definitely.” George reached for his can of beers. “Want to ruin that mutant’s life, Fred?”
“Certainly. He didn’t deserve someone like Andy.”
“Far out of league.”
“When we tell others we got Andy here?”
“Later. We need to talk with Andy firstly.”
“And prank the mutant to death?”
“Killing him is too easy.”
“He planned to ruin Andy’s life she currently shared with this Miranda Priestly.”
“Then once he makes a move we shall made our own.”
“Until then?”
“Let’s work with our new branch in this nation…” Fred trailed off tauntingly.
“…and this telephone,” George finished his sentence. Both traded matching wick devilish grins before returning to their manual-books.
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Author Notes:
Looks like my question is too easy huh? With lots of hints I doubted someone give me a wrong answer. Oh well, let's start with another question then. What you think would happen firstly?
Andy gathered her courage to meet her moms? Or Miranda informing her daughters? (LOL!)
Those questions too are quite easy, right? (^_^)
Maa, I just glad my readers like it.