100s
Title: "Invisible" & "Focus"
Rating: G
Word Count: 100 & 100
Summary: Miranda's memory doesn't work so well.
Disclaimer: I claim nothing, I own nothing and I'm not getting money for this.
A/N: I hope you don't mind.
Invisible
From any other assistant she would have expected it, demanded it. In fact, she wouldn't have let them accompany her to this kind of event if they hadn't mastered the task. But that Andrea had understood her place so quickly was a thorough disappointment now. There wasn't a single picture in any of the magazines and papers she had spread out on her desk. But Andrea had been there, by her side, looking stunning, smiling: Miranda's shining, perfect armor, like a human shield. Yet, there were no pictures of Andrea; and Miranda wondered if she had just dreamed it all.
Focus
It had to be that dress Nigel had dug up for Andrea at the last minute. She needed that dress. If she wanted to keep her sanity, she needed to find that dress. But Nigel had refused to reveal its origin and Andrea was being her blissfully ignorant self, daring her with doe eyes to ask her a question Miranda knew she couldn't answer.
She cursed her lack of focus. There was work to be done. She called her assistant, but when the young woman appeared before her, smiling shyly, she suddenly realized it hadn't been the dress at all.
Rating: G
Word Count: 100 & 100
Summary: Miranda's memory doesn't work so well.
Disclaimer: I claim nothing, I own nothing and I'm not getting money for this.
A/N: I hope you don't mind.
Invisible
From any other assistant she would have expected it, demanded it. In fact, she wouldn't have let them accompany her to this kind of event if they hadn't mastered the task. But that Andrea had understood her place so quickly was a thorough disappointment now. There wasn't a single picture in any of the magazines and papers she had spread out on her desk. But Andrea had been there, by her side, looking stunning, smiling: Miranda's shining, perfect armor, like a human shield. Yet, there were no pictures of Andrea; and Miranda wondered if she had just dreamed it all.
Focus
It had to be that dress Nigel had dug up for Andrea at the last minute. She needed that dress. If she wanted to keep her sanity, she needed to find that dress. But Nigel had refused to reveal its origin and Andrea was being her blissfully ignorant self, daring her with doe eyes to ask her a question Miranda knew she couldn't answer.
She cursed her lack of focus. There was work to be done. She called her assistant, but when the young woman appeared before her, smiling shyly, she suddenly realized it hadn't been the dress at all.