the boy - chapter 3 / ?
Chapter 3
Title: The Boy
Author: cut_it_there
Pairing: Miranda/Andrea
Chapter rating: PG-13
Summary: Miranda meets a young boy in the Elias-Clark building. Story is set a few years after Andrea leaves Miranda in Paris.
Disclaimer: I own nothing and no one except Jacob and Marcus :).
Author’s Note: I know Emily is little bit ooc but there is a reason for it ;).
Thanks to quiethearted for beta reading.
Sorry for delay. I have lot of work right now. Hope you forgive me :)
That is ridiculous. You are a ridiculous old woman, Miranda Priestly.
It was 4 am and Miranda was lying in her bed. She could not sleep. She heard that voice in her head and that conversation. Again... And again all over again.... She remembered every single word that boy said earlier that day in the second copy room. And she did not know what to do. Miranda Priestly did not know what to do. Even worse, she did not know what she wanted.
Or maybe I know. It would be bad... and problematic. Very problematic...improper. Definitely improper. God...
Maybe she really knew and it would be really bad.
(flashback)
Jacob was staring at her with those incredible big, brown, warm eyes. They were just sitting in silence. She could hear people on the other side of the door looking for her, but this little boy had something that made her stay for just a little longer…without any reason. She smiled to herself.
Look what you’ve done, Miranda. Because you couldn't manage without an assistant this boy was locked in a small room, alone, for almost half a day. She sighed. "Your aunt has a terrible boss, one that made her lock a little boy in the second copy room..."
“I’m not little! I’m five! And Aunt Em is just scared. My mom always makes fun of her because of that."
It's easy to judge someone without knowing the situation. Isn't it? Miranda thought.
"Your mom doesn’t know how it is to work for Emily’s boss."
"Ohhhh.....she knows!" The boy smiled to her. "She liked you when she was working for you."
"Your mother... for me?"
"You're Miranda, Editor in chief," he said simply.
Miranda was shocked. All the time... Jacob knew. Miranda knew that it was not possible that Emily told him... she really was scared of her boss so if Emily had any clue that the boy had met Miranda, she would be freaking out and she would probably apologize to Miranda all the time. But she had not done so. She seemed calm. She did not know. Miranda was sure of it.
"H...how did you know? I never told you who I am."
"Hey, you really think that I would call someone "Friend" without knowing their name? Besides...white hair, nice clothes, nice smell and everybody is scared of you? You are Miranda. My mom told me about you. She wasn’t scared of you."
Nice smell...?
"But why didn't you say anything earlier?"
"Was it important?"
The boy had a point. For him, it was not important if she was the editor, Miranda or the devil. Well, maybe not the devil.
"So your mother worked for me and you know who I am."
"That’s right."
"And your mother knows Emily ..."
“Aunt Em used to not like my mom while they were working together but now she visits us all the time and she says that she don’t like you.... but I think she likes you."
"They were... your mother...wait, you are..."
“Sachs... Jacob Sachs... but everybody calls me J, remember? I don’t know if mom would be happy to know that I’m talking with you."
"What? Why?"
"Well, she used to say that you’re angry ‘cause of what she did and that’s why I can’t visit Aunt Emily at work. But I don’t want to visit her anymore. It’s kind of boring here. Don’t know why Aunt Em says that you have hell here."
"Andr... Your mother and Emily ... do they often talk about Runway? I mean..."
"Yeah... they always talk ‘bout it...don’t know why. Mom always asks about her work and you...the boss... Aunt Em always laughs at her and says that she should really get rid of some crush... crushed-thing? But I don't know what she is talking about. Mom never crushed anything at home..."
(end of flashback)
At 5 am. Miranda decided that laying on the bed and thinking was a waste of time. She had a magazine to run and a life to live, as well as other things to do. So if sleeping was not meant for her that night, she had to do something else, like call Roy and get herself to the office so she could start working. She could work at home. Her study had everything that she needed. But Miranda had realized some time ago that the house was empty. There was no Stephen or any other man in her life. And the girls? They went to college. They had grown up. Miranda was alone in a big, empty house and it had started to disturb her.
Something woke Emily up in the middle of the night, or she just thought it was the middle of the night. It was 5:24 and her mobile was ringing. She almost fell from her bed searching for her phone and once she found it she saw that it was not Miranda.
“Who do you think you are calling people in the middle... at 5 in the morning!!??"
"Good morning to you too, Emily."
"Roy? "
"Yes. This is my private mobile number. She called me about ten minutes ago and I'm on my way to pick her up from the townhouse."
“At 5 a.m.?!"
"Five a.m. Yes. I'll be there in about 15 minutes... and there is no traffic at this hour."
"Bloody hell! " Emily threw her phone on the bed. She couldn't hear Roy saying "... you’re welcome." The only thing that mattered then was that Emily had to be at Runway first or she could say good bye to her job. Jacob. What she could do with Jacob. He will have to stay here alone. She would call Lily. Jacob won’t wake up until 8. Or at least she hoped so. Her phone started to ring again. This time it was Miranda.
"Are you often talking on your phone at 5 a.m., Emily?"
"Miranda, I..."
"Be ready in 20 minutes. The car will pick you up. That's all."
Twenty minutes later, Emily found herself inside the car face to face with Miranda, who was in a nasty mood. She glanced at Emily and that look made Emily shiver.
"Emily... didn’t you forget about something?"
The tone of her voice was icy and dangerous. Emily had no idea what it was about, she had everything that she needed and perfect make-up on her face. There was no way she could forget about something important.
"I don't... I'm sorry, Miranda, but it is so early, and I woke up only 20 minutes ago ... did you..." Emily received another deadly glare.
"The boy, Emily. I hope you didn't have the splendid idea of locking him up alone...again. Did you, Emily?"
The world had ended for Emily. She had the feeling that everything she had worked on, everything she done was nothing now. It was the end. Miranda knew about Jacob. She may even know who he was... who his mother was. That made this whole thing worse. They did not speak about Andrea at Runway. Now the days when she was there were gone and forgotten. Every new assistant Miranda hired was as different from Andrea as was possible. Miranda did even fired every model named Andrew or Andrea.
Knowing all of this, Emily brought Andrea's son to work and locked him in a room so close to Miranda that it was foolish hoping that editor would not find out.
How foolish I was. How stupid...
"Emily." The sound of Miranda’s voice brought Emily back to life, "You misunderstand me. When I said that you forget something, I mean I expect you to have it with you here right now. I think that you should now go back to your apartment and bring Jacob back with you."
Emily did not make a move.
"Emily. Now."
Another 20 minutes later, Emily was sure that she was dead... then went to hell, then was reborn and got killed again...and now she was in some really absurd level of hell. She watched a sleeping Jacob lying on Miranda Priestly’s lap. More, she watched as Miranda Priestly, the Editor-in-chief of Runway, stroked Andrea Sachs’ son's head. When she get back to car, she was more than sure that she would lose her job in the next 5 minutes. But now she was not so sure about it. Jacob was sleeping with a smile on his face and Miranda seemed somehow more... calm? Happy?
Maybe I'm still sleeping in my bed and this all is just a really strange dream...
"Emily."
I’m definitely dreaming. There was noooo way that...
"Emily..."
Miranda was...
"Emily "
"Yes?"
"Would you stop living in your own fantasy world and pay some attention to the real world... there is a job to be done."
"Yes, Miranda. I'm sorry, Miranda."
"Of course you are." Jacob moved in a dream and hugged Miranda tightly which made Emily jump in her seat. "Is there anything wrong, Emily?"
"No...no...everything is...just...perfectly normal, Miranda."
"Good. I want Nigel in my office in 30 minutes, tell everybody I want a run through today at 11 a.m., and get me my Starbucks."
"Yes, Miranda."
"Oh... And, Emily?"
"Yes, Miranda?" Emily watched as Miranda looked at Jacob, smiled, then turned back to her looking directly in her eyes.
"That's all."
"She wants what?!" It was 6 a.m. at Runway. Six a.m. was not really Nigel's favorite time of day. "She want to see every outfit in next issue? Today? What you have done to her, Emily?"
"And she wants to see Fracciosi's new projects today at 10," Emily added.
"That’s Fracciosi's problem. I feel for him, but back to our problems. Nobody is ready for a presentation today. You murdered Patricia, made her girls angry, or her coffee was cold? For god’s sake, what is this about this time."
Emily had wondered for a moment if she wanted to tell him the story. And, no, she did not want to.
"Nigel, Roy called me at 5:24 this morning. I have no idea what is it all about. Maybe she just couldn’t sleep. Or someone weoe her and she thought if she can’t sleep then no one can."
"Yes. I can imagine that."
The day had just started for them, but they both knew that it would be long and hard.
At 10 o’clock sharp, the presentation of Fracciosi's new collection had started. Miranda, with all the Runway team and Jacob, was seated on a comfortable sofa ready to see what the young designer had been working on for the last half a year. It was a summer collection so the clothes were light and mostly in green and yellow shades. Fracciosi commented on each suit while carefully watching Miranda's reactions. But there was no reaction. Miranda just sat there with Jacob by her side. When the presentation had ended and Fracciosi was waiting for her opinion, Miranda turned to Jacob.
"Did you like it, Jacob?"
"Nah... It was boring and I don’t like green." Hearing that Miranda smiled and turned to the designer.
"You heard the boy. We don’t like green things. Bore someone else with it."
It was all that Fracciosi heard from her. She left the room with Jacob, leaving her staff in shock and the designer in a state of sorrow.
"Okeeeeey...." Nigel turned to Emily. "You are going to tell me who that boy is ... and you are going to do it NOW, because from what I just saw ... HE HAS TO BE A REINCARNATION OF FASHION BUDDHA..."
"Well… that would explain Miranda's behavior better then what I'm going to tell you..."
With her mobile in hand, Andrea was fighting with herself. It was not that she wanted to hear Miranda again. No. Definitely not. It was not about that. It was about checking to see if Emily was at work and if she was ... it was then about killing Emily. Really, it was not about Miranda. Andrea was over Miranda. That was just a silly boss-crush... and she was over it. For sure. It was about Jacob. He was now everything in her life... and the fact that she heard Miranda’s voice yesterday... was not important. She dialed the number.
"Miranda Priestly’s office." She heard Emily... and felt disappointed?
"Emily!"
"No…not you…not today....noooo..."
"You! How could..."
"Yes, it is me! Yes, I am in the outer office and YES, I AM answering the phones, doing my job ... if you're going to ask."
"You hired a nanny?" Andy could not know that at that moment Emily looked towards Miranda's office.
"No..."
"Jacob is with Lily?"
"No..."
"My mother?"
"Well... you could say that..."
"Emily... don’t play with me..."
"You know what, Andrea ? I'm sick and tired of this. Of your problems. Of your son. And of my job! Your son is right now with Miranda and from what I can see from my desk, he is drawing something."
Andy was about to start laughing when suddenly Emily became quiet... and Andrea could swear that she heard Miranda asking her for something...
"Yes, Miranda... "
"Emily, what are you..." And then she heard it.
"Andréa?" That voice. Again.
"M-Miranda?" It was now clear to Andy that Emily switched her. She switched her phone call directly to Miranda's office.
"Yes. I see you can still recognize my voice after all these years. How's London?" Andy was stunned. Miranda Priestly, her ex-boss and the devil herself, was attempting small talk with her. Was talking to her. Miranda. Talking.With Me. Miranda.
"London...well, it is hot here...and..." Godddd, she really missed that voice. And now she not only here, it... that voice was talking to her... Miranda was talking to her..."... and wet," she snapped. "I... I mean..." Dear goddd! "What I mean was that…"
"The temperature is very high and it still seems like it is going to rain any second?"
"N...Yes! Exactly...that was what I meant.." Ok... we have the situation under control. Now.... yes... what now?
"Yes, summer in London is horrible. One of reasons why I moved to New York..."
"Then I’m glad that it is so horribly hot and wet here..." ... yes...that…was…nicely done, Andrea...Really...
Andrea could not see the smirk on Miranda's face. In opposite to Andrea, Miranda knew the situation. Even better than seconds ago...
"Yes, Andrea...I get the picture."
"What...what picture?"
"Both, Andrea... Now I think that you would like to speak with your son, don’t you? "
"Y...yes...that would be great... he.... he is with you?" Both?
"MOOOOM!!!!! " It was Jacob now. He WAS with Miranda. In her office. And maybe he was even drawing like Emily said earlier. Andrea had no idea how that happened.
"Hey, sweetheart, how are you? So I see Emily took you to her job and you met Miranda."
"Not first time, mom... When’ll you be back? I miss you."
Not first time? What the hell is going on there?
"Sweety, I miss you too. I'll be home tonight."
"Tonight!!! Great! And we can watch a movie together? And play on your computer? Annnnnndddd tomorrow go to the zoo? "
"Yes, of course we can. Sweety, Mommy has to go to the airport now to catch her plane."
"Sure... We will be waiting for you."
"Well... tell Emily that I’m grateful for that."
"Nah... I'll tell that to Miranda! Bye, Mom!"
"Mi..." click! "…randa?"
Jacob gave the phone back to Miranda and watched her for a minute. She already knew what he wanted to say and she knew her answer as well.
"Can we pleassssssse pick up my mom up from the airport?"
Yes, Miranda knew what she was going to do.
Title: The Boy
Author: cut_it_there
Pairing: Miranda/Andrea
Chapter rating: PG-13
Summary: Miranda meets a young boy in the Elias-Clark building. Story is set a few years after Andrea leaves Miranda in Paris.
Disclaimer: I own nothing and no one except Jacob and Marcus :).
Author’s Note: I know Emily is little bit ooc but there is a reason for it ;).
Thanks to quiethearted for beta reading.
Sorry for delay. I have lot of work right now. Hope you forgive me :)
That is ridiculous. You are a ridiculous old woman, Miranda Priestly.
It was 4 am and Miranda was lying in her bed. She could not sleep. She heard that voice in her head and that conversation. Again... And again all over again.... She remembered every single word that boy said earlier that day in the second copy room. And she did not know what to do. Miranda Priestly did not know what to do. Even worse, she did not know what she wanted.
Or maybe I know. It would be bad... and problematic. Very problematic...improper. Definitely improper. God...
Maybe she really knew and it would be really bad.
(flashback)
Jacob was staring at her with those incredible big, brown, warm eyes. They were just sitting in silence. She could hear people on the other side of the door looking for her, but this little boy had something that made her stay for just a little longer…without any reason. She smiled to herself.
Look what you’ve done, Miranda. Because you couldn't manage without an assistant this boy was locked in a small room, alone, for almost half a day. She sighed. "Your aunt has a terrible boss, one that made her lock a little boy in the second copy room..."
“I’m not little! I’m five! And Aunt Em is just scared. My mom always makes fun of her because of that."
It's easy to judge someone without knowing the situation. Isn't it? Miranda thought.
"Your mom doesn’t know how it is to work for Emily’s boss."
"Ohhhh.....she knows!" The boy smiled to her. "She liked you when she was working for you."
"Your mother... for me?"
"You're Miranda, Editor in chief," he said simply.
Miranda was shocked. All the time... Jacob knew. Miranda knew that it was not possible that Emily told him... she really was scared of her boss so if Emily had any clue that the boy had met Miranda, she would be freaking out and she would probably apologize to Miranda all the time. But she had not done so. She seemed calm. She did not know. Miranda was sure of it.
"H...how did you know? I never told you who I am."
"Hey, you really think that I would call someone "Friend" without knowing their name? Besides...white hair, nice clothes, nice smell and everybody is scared of you? You are Miranda. My mom told me about you. She wasn’t scared of you."
Nice smell...?
"But why didn't you say anything earlier?"
"Was it important?"
The boy had a point. For him, it was not important if she was the editor, Miranda or the devil. Well, maybe not the devil.
"So your mother worked for me and you know who I am."
"That’s right."
"And your mother knows Emily ..."
“Aunt Em used to not like my mom while they were working together but now she visits us all the time and she says that she don’t like you.... but I think she likes you."
"They were... your mother...wait, you are..."
“Sachs... Jacob Sachs... but everybody calls me J, remember? I don’t know if mom would be happy to know that I’m talking with you."
"What? Why?"
"Well, she used to say that you’re angry ‘cause of what she did and that’s why I can’t visit Aunt Emily at work. But I don’t want to visit her anymore. It’s kind of boring here. Don’t know why Aunt Em says that you have hell here."
"Andr... Your mother and Emily ... do they often talk about Runway? I mean..."
"Yeah... they always talk ‘bout it...don’t know why. Mom always asks about her work and you...the boss... Aunt Em always laughs at her and says that she should really get rid of some crush... crushed-thing? But I don't know what she is talking about. Mom never crushed anything at home..."
(end of flashback)
At 5 am. Miranda decided that laying on the bed and thinking was a waste of time. She had a magazine to run and a life to live, as well as other things to do. So if sleeping was not meant for her that night, she had to do something else, like call Roy and get herself to the office so she could start working. She could work at home. Her study had everything that she needed. But Miranda had realized some time ago that the house was empty. There was no Stephen or any other man in her life. And the girls? They went to college. They had grown up. Miranda was alone in a big, empty house and it had started to disturb her.
Something woke Emily up in the middle of the night, or she just thought it was the middle of the night. It was 5:24 and her mobile was ringing. She almost fell from her bed searching for her phone and once she found it she saw that it was not Miranda.
“Who do you think you are calling people in the middle... at 5 in the morning!!??"
"Good morning to you too, Emily."
"Roy? "
"Yes. This is my private mobile number. She called me about ten minutes ago and I'm on my way to pick her up from the townhouse."
“At 5 a.m.?!"
"Five a.m. Yes. I'll be there in about 15 minutes... and there is no traffic at this hour."
"Bloody hell! " Emily threw her phone on the bed. She couldn't hear Roy saying "... you’re welcome." The only thing that mattered then was that Emily had to be at Runway first or she could say good bye to her job. Jacob. What she could do with Jacob. He will have to stay here alone. She would call Lily. Jacob won’t wake up until 8. Or at least she hoped so. Her phone started to ring again. This time it was Miranda.
"Are you often talking on your phone at 5 a.m., Emily?"
"Miranda, I..."
"Be ready in 20 minutes. The car will pick you up. That's all."
Twenty minutes later, Emily found herself inside the car face to face with Miranda, who was in a nasty mood. She glanced at Emily and that look made Emily shiver.
"Emily... didn’t you forget about something?"
The tone of her voice was icy and dangerous. Emily had no idea what it was about, she had everything that she needed and perfect make-up on her face. There was no way she could forget about something important.
"I don't... I'm sorry, Miranda, but it is so early, and I woke up only 20 minutes ago ... did you..." Emily received another deadly glare.
"The boy, Emily. I hope you didn't have the splendid idea of locking him up alone...again. Did you, Emily?"
The world had ended for Emily. She had the feeling that everything she had worked on, everything she done was nothing now. It was the end. Miranda knew about Jacob. She may even know who he was... who his mother was. That made this whole thing worse. They did not speak about Andrea at Runway. Now the days when she was there were gone and forgotten. Every new assistant Miranda hired was as different from Andrea as was possible. Miranda did even fired every model named Andrew or Andrea.
Knowing all of this, Emily brought Andrea's son to work and locked him in a room so close to Miranda that it was foolish hoping that editor would not find out.
How foolish I was. How stupid...
"Emily." The sound of Miranda’s voice brought Emily back to life, "You misunderstand me. When I said that you forget something, I mean I expect you to have it with you here right now. I think that you should now go back to your apartment and bring Jacob back with you."
Emily did not make a move.
"Emily. Now."
Another 20 minutes later, Emily was sure that she was dead... then went to hell, then was reborn and got killed again...and now she was in some really absurd level of hell. She watched a sleeping Jacob lying on Miranda Priestly’s lap. More, she watched as Miranda Priestly, the Editor-in-chief of Runway, stroked Andrea Sachs’ son's head. When she get back to car, she was more than sure that she would lose her job in the next 5 minutes. But now she was not so sure about it. Jacob was sleeping with a smile on his face and Miranda seemed somehow more... calm? Happy?
Maybe I'm still sleeping in my bed and this all is just a really strange dream...
"Emily."
I’m definitely dreaming. There was noooo way that...
"Emily..."
Miranda was...
"Emily "
"Yes?"
"Would you stop living in your own fantasy world and pay some attention to the real world... there is a job to be done."
"Yes, Miranda. I'm sorry, Miranda."
"Of course you are." Jacob moved in a dream and hugged Miranda tightly which made Emily jump in her seat. "Is there anything wrong, Emily?"
"No...no...everything is...just...perfectly normal, Miranda."
"Good. I want Nigel in my office in 30 minutes, tell everybody I want a run through today at 11 a.m., and get me my Starbucks."
"Yes, Miranda."
"Oh... And, Emily?"
"Yes, Miranda?" Emily watched as Miranda looked at Jacob, smiled, then turned back to her looking directly in her eyes.
"That's all."
"She wants what?!" It was 6 a.m. at Runway. Six a.m. was not really Nigel's favorite time of day. "She want to see every outfit in next issue? Today? What you have done to her, Emily?"
"And she wants to see Fracciosi's new projects today at 10," Emily added.
"That’s Fracciosi's problem. I feel for him, but back to our problems. Nobody is ready for a presentation today. You murdered Patricia, made her girls angry, or her coffee was cold? For god’s sake, what is this about this time."
Emily had wondered for a moment if she wanted to tell him the story. And, no, she did not want to.
"Nigel, Roy called me at 5:24 this morning. I have no idea what is it all about. Maybe she just couldn’t sleep. Or someone weoe her and she thought if she can’t sleep then no one can."
"Yes. I can imagine that."
The day had just started for them, but they both knew that it would be long and hard.
At 10 o’clock sharp, the presentation of Fracciosi's new collection had started. Miranda, with all the Runway team and Jacob, was seated on a comfortable sofa ready to see what the young designer had been working on for the last half a year. It was a summer collection so the clothes were light and mostly in green and yellow shades. Fracciosi commented on each suit while carefully watching Miranda's reactions. But there was no reaction. Miranda just sat there with Jacob by her side. When the presentation had ended and Fracciosi was waiting for her opinion, Miranda turned to Jacob.
"Did you like it, Jacob?"
"Nah... It was boring and I don’t like green." Hearing that Miranda smiled and turned to the designer.
"You heard the boy. We don’t like green things. Bore someone else with it."
It was all that Fracciosi heard from her. She left the room with Jacob, leaving her staff in shock and the designer in a state of sorrow.
"Okeeeeey...." Nigel turned to Emily. "You are going to tell me who that boy is ... and you are going to do it NOW, because from what I just saw ... HE HAS TO BE A REINCARNATION OF FASHION BUDDHA..."
"Well… that would explain Miranda's behavior better then what I'm going to tell you..."
With her mobile in hand, Andrea was fighting with herself. It was not that she wanted to hear Miranda again. No. Definitely not. It was not about that. It was about checking to see if Emily was at work and if she was ... it was then about killing Emily. Really, it was not about Miranda. Andrea was over Miranda. That was just a silly boss-crush... and she was over it. For sure. It was about Jacob. He was now everything in her life... and the fact that she heard Miranda’s voice yesterday... was not important. She dialed the number.
"Miranda Priestly’s office." She heard Emily... and felt disappointed?
"Emily!"
"No…not you…not today....noooo..."
"You! How could..."
"Yes, it is me! Yes, I am in the outer office and YES, I AM answering the phones, doing my job ... if you're going to ask."
"You hired a nanny?" Andy could not know that at that moment Emily looked towards Miranda's office.
"No..."
"Jacob is with Lily?"
"No..."
"My mother?"
"Well... you could say that..."
"Emily... don’t play with me..."
"You know what, Andrea ? I'm sick and tired of this. Of your problems. Of your son. And of my job! Your son is right now with Miranda and from what I can see from my desk, he is drawing something."
Andy was about to start laughing when suddenly Emily became quiet... and Andrea could swear that she heard Miranda asking her for something...
"Yes, Miranda... "
"Emily, what are you..." And then she heard it.
"Andréa?" That voice. Again.
"M-Miranda?" It was now clear to Andy that Emily switched her. She switched her phone call directly to Miranda's office.
"Yes. I see you can still recognize my voice after all these years. How's London?" Andy was stunned. Miranda Priestly, her ex-boss and the devil herself, was attempting small talk with her. Was talking to her. Miranda. Talking.With Me. Miranda.
"London...well, it is hot here...and..." Godddd, she really missed that voice. And now she not only here, it... that voice was talking to her... Miranda was talking to her..."... and wet," she snapped. "I... I mean..." Dear goddd! "What I mean was that…"
"The temperature is very high and it still seems like it is going to rain any second?"
"N...Yes! Exactly...that was what I meant.." Ok... we have the situation under control. Now.... yes... what now?
"Yes, summer in London is horrible. One of reasons why I moved to New York..."
"Then I’m glad that it is so horribly hot and wet here..." ... yes...that…was…nicely done, Andrea...Really...
Andrea could not see the smirk on Miranda's face. In opposite to Andrea, Miranda knew the situation. Even better than seconds ago...
"Yes, Andrea...I get the picture."
"What...what picture?"
"Both, Andrea... Now I think that you would like to speak with your son, don’t you? "
"Y...yes...that would be great... he.... he is with you?" Both?
"MOOOOM!!!!! " It was Jacob now. He WAS with Miranda. In her office. And maybe he was even drawing like Emily said earlier. Andrea had no idea how that happened.
"Hey, sweetheart, how are you? So I see Emily took you to her job and you met Miranda."
"Not first time, mom... When’ll you be back? I miss you."
Not first time? What the hell is going on there?
"Sweety, I miss you too. I'll be home tonight."
"Tonight!!! Great! And we can watch a movie together? And play on your computer? Annnnnndddd tomorrow go to the zoo? "
"Yes, of course we can. Sweety, Mommy has to go to the airport now to catch her plane."
"Sure... We will be waiting for you."
"Well... tell Emily that I’m grateful for that."
"Nah... I'll tell that to Miranda! Bye, Mom!"
"Mi..." click! "…randa?"
Jacob gave the phone back to Miranda and watched her for a minute. She already knew what he wanted to say and she knew her answer as well.
"Can we pleassssssse pick up my mom up from the airport?"
Yes, Miranda knew what she was going to do.