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Title: One Up!
Author: Tis me! Scissor Prince!
Pairing: Mirandy
Rating: PG for now
Disclaimer: I don't own andy or miranda... But one always still has their dreams!!
Summary: The Meeting part 1
When Miranda awoke the following morning she was tense with anticipation. The idea of this person had been driving her up the wall with all the possibilities. She jumped out of bed and ran in and out of the shower as quick as she could, climbing down the stairs she noticed that her girls had left her a voice mail message expressing how they were on their way to school with their friend and hoped she had a decent day. Her thoughts were the same.
As quickly as she possibly could, since it was already 8:30 a.m., she called Roy who appeared in her driveway moments later. By 9:15 a.m. Miranda sat behind her desk refusing to take any calls and informing her immediate staff she was not to be bothered. This was her time to prepare herself.
~*~*~*~
There was no time to think at this point, she had barely slept all night. Andrea sat at the mirror in her beautifully furnashed bathroom and just stared at herself. The signs of crows feet, the signs of getting older. She had a few gray hairs but none of these things bothered her. These were just signs of how hard she had worked over the past eight years. For eight years Andrea had hired, fired, manipulated the industry to not only prove to herself, but to prove to everyone else that she was just as capable as all the others.
This was who she was meant to be. Andrea had never been happier professionally though the other parts of her life fell apart and dissipated. It was the price she payed when she did what she did and lived as she lived... or at least that is how she justified it.
A car was parked downstairs in a loop that lead back to the busy streets near the hotel doors. Elias-Clark was near and it was now nine-thirty in the morning and time for her to make the venture down to the elevator. When she arrived on the ground floor her New York driver opened the passanger door and watched her glide swiftly inside. The drive was slow and boring though it only lasted 25 minutes. When she arrived at "Runway Headquarters" she opened her own door and stepped outside gracefully onto the sidewalk, her black Orchid Jimmy Choo boots clicked along as she walked to the large doors.
Nothing here had changed but one thing. She wasn't sure what it was but it seemed that people were zig zagging around her... like she was Miranda or some odd thing. They avoided her and when she reached the elevators who ever it was that was waiting, moved out of the way and let her slip into the elevator. It felt good.
~*~*~*~
Miranda sat at her desk, her long finger nails tapping softly on the clear glass of her desk. Suddenly she started hearing the sounds of vocal confusion beyond her office doors. The white haired woman stood up but as soon as she did her office doors burst open at directly 10:00 a.m. Emily and a taller brunette wearing sunglasses and a black Prada trench matched with Jimmy Choo's...
"Here is your amazing editor Miranda... Andrea Sachs!!" Emily pointed directly at Andrea's face and Miranda watched completely gobsmacked as the woman shed her D&G sunglasses to reveal heavenly brown eyes. Miranda felt her heart beat begin to quicken as the younger woman swayed forwards and sat directly in front of where she stood on the other side of her desk. A scowl fixed itself upon the older womans features.
"You..."
"Me." Andrea replied with a wink. Miranda shook her head vigourously and sat down, gesturing for Emily to leave the room which she did and the doors closed with a soft thud.
"You're making a fool of me Andrea and I do not appreciate it in the least," She stated while tossing a near by copy of A Magazine closer to the other woman who sat relaxed and smirking. "This is not your work."
"It is my work," said Andrea in a tone that spoke clearly it was not up for question. "I have worked every day like a dog for the past eight years for the day that this magazine would reach 1st in national sales Miranda."
There was a moments pause when in the office you could've heard a pin drop. Andrea said nothing more and waited for Miranda to make the next move whether it be unaccepting or the dawn of a realization. But as Andrea gazed across at her old employer the old feeling that had been pushed down far in the depths of her mind began to bubble to a head. Miranda hadn't changed, her ice berg eyes remained the same along with the pouty curve of her lips. Her hair, her figure; she was the same woman. One the outside.
Miranda sighed deeply and looked at Andrea with a clouded expression.
"Andrea... you've come very far," she mused. "Needless to say I am shocked and I don't know how you've managed to accomplish your task or why..." She was inturrupted by a scoff and a bemused look.
"How or why," Andrea shook her head and grabbed the copy of what she recognized to be last months issue of A Magizine and gazed upon it. "How is an easy question to answer Miranda I worked, in fact, I worked very damn hard and as for why... the answer is Paris." Miranda pursed her eyebrows in confusion.
"Paris, I don't understand what you mean by that." She watched Andrea stand from her seat and walk closer, she could smell the brunettes vanilla perfume and it aroused a memory of something, something big she couldn't quite remember.
"I shoved Emily aside to take what I wanted and what I wanted was to learn and to grow which you show'd me to do in Paris... You crushing Nigel under your foot like some vermin instead of making true his dream and just to save yourself... telling me how much of yourself you saw in my own work," Miranda watched on silently wondering where this was exactly going before it hit her like a sucker punch in the dark when noticing the expression Andrea was wearing, that cold icy expression she herself had perfected now passed on to another. "Miranda... I should thank you because if it hadn't been for you I wouldn't have accomplished this, I guess you could say You made me."
Andrea laughed and the air was yanked from Miranda's lungs rendering her speechless. Andrea turned and replaced her sunglasses upon her face.
"I'm having dinner tonight at Palladio at seven, I expect you'll be there Miranda," Andrea turned when she reached the door with a smile. "And yes it is formal."
Andrea walked through between two desks where Emily and Emily 2 sat silently watching her get in the elevator and leave, at that point in time Nigel had just rounded a corner and entered ready to walk into Miranda's office when three pairs of ears heard a rather angry slew of cusses. Nigel stood in his tracks and sighed heavily.
"I heard her say twat, did you hear her say twat," He turned to Emily. "This is getting out of hand." Emily raised her hands in the air and looked glum.
"You have no idea."
Author: Tis me! Scissor Prince!
Pairing: Mirandy
Rating: PG for now
Disclaimer: I don't own andy or miranda... But one always still has their dreams!!
Summary: The Meeting part 1
When Miranda awoke the following morning she was tense with anticipation. The idea of this person had been driving her up the wall with all the possibilities. She jumped out of bed and ran in and out of the shower as quick as she could, climbing down the stairs she noticed that her girls had left her a voice mail message expressing how they were on their way to school with their friend and hoped she had a decent day. Her thoughts were the same.
As quickly as she possibly could, since it was already 8:30 a.m., she called Roy who appeared in her driveway moments later. By 9:15 a.m. Miranda sat behind her desk refusing to take any calls and informing her immediate staff she was not to be bothered. This was her time to prepare herself.
~*~*~*~
There was no time to think at this point, she had barely slept all night. Andrea sat at the mirror in her beautifully furnashed bathroom and just stared at herself. The signs of crows feet, the signs of getting older. She had a few gray hairs but none of these things bothered her. These were just signs of how hard she had worked over the past eight years. For eight years Andrea had hired, fired, manipulated the industry to not only prove to herself, but to prove to everyone else that she was just as capable as all the others.
This was who she was meant to be. Andrea had never been happier professionally though the other parts of her life fell apart and dissipated. It was the price she payed when she did what she did and lived as she lived... or at least that is how she justified it.
A car was parked downstairs in a loop that lead back to the busy streets near the hotel doors. Elias-Clark was near and it was now nine-thirty in the morning and time for her to make the venture down to the elevator. When she arrived on the ground floor her New York driver opened the passanger door and watched her glide swiftly inside. The drive was slow and boring though it only lasted 25 minutes. When she arrived at "Runway Headquarters" she opened her own door and stepped outside gracefully onto the sidewalk, her black Orchid Jimmy Choo boots clicked along as she walked to the large doors.
Nothing here had changed but one thing. She wasn't sure what it was but it seemed that people were zig zagging around her... like she was Miranda or some odd thing. They avoided her and when she reached the elevators who ever it was that was waiting, moved out of the way and let her slip into the elevator. It felt good.
~*~*~*~
Miranda sat at her desk, her long finger nails tapping softly on the clear glass of her desk. Suddenly she started hearing the sounds of vocal confusion beyond her office doors. The white haired woman stood up but as soon as she did her office doors burst open at directly 10:00 a.m. Emily and a taller brunette wearing sunglasses and a black Prada trench matched with Jimmy Choo's...
"Here is your amazing editor Miranda... Andrea Sachs!!" Emily pointed directly at Andrea's face and Miranda watched completely gobsmacked as the woman shed her D&G sunglasses to reveal heavenly brown eyes. Miranda felt her heart beat begin to quicken as the younger woman swayed forwards and sat directly in front of where she stood on the other side of her desk. A scowl fixed itself upon the older womans features.
"You..."
"Me." Andrea replied with a wink. Miranda shook her head vigourously and sat down, gesturing for Emily to leave the room which she did and the doors closed with a soft thud.
"You're making a fool of me Andrea and I do not appreciate it in the least," She stated while tossing a near by copy of A Magazine closer to the other woman who sat relaxed and smirking. "This is not your work."
"It is my work," said Andrea in a tone that spoke clearly it was not up for question. "I have worked every day like a dog for the past eight years for the day that this magazine would reach 1st in national sales Miranda."
There was a moments pause when in the office you could've heard a pin drop. Andrea said nothing more and waited for Miranda to make the next move whether it be unaccepting or the dawn of a realization. But as Andrea gazed across at her old employer the old feeling that had been pushed down far in the depths of her mind began to bubble to a head. Miranda hadn't changed, her ice berg eyes remained the same along with the pouty curve of her lips. Her hair, her figure; she was the same woman. One the outside.
Miranda sighed deeply and looked at Andrea with a clouded expression.
"Andrea... you've come very far," she mused. "Needless to say I am shocked and I don't know how you've managed to accomplish your task or why..." She was inturrupted by a scoff and a bemused look.
"How or why," Andrea shook her head and grabbed the copy of what she recognized to be last months issue of A Magizine and gazed upon it. "How is an easy question to answer Miranda I worked, in fact, I worked very damn hard and as for why... the answer is Paris." Miranda pursed her eyebrows in confusion.
"Paris, I don't understand what you mean by that." She watched Andrea stand from her seat and walk closer, she could smell the brunettes vanilla perfume and it aroused a memory of something, something big she couldn't quite remember.
"I shoved Emily aside to take what I wanted and what I wanted was to learn and to grow which you show'd me to do in Paris... You crushing Nigel under your foot like some vermin instead of making true his dream and just to save yourself... telling me how much of yourself you saw in my own work," Miranda watched on silently wondering where this was exactly going before it hit her like a sucker punch in the dark when noticing the expression Andrea was wearing, that cold icy expression she herself had perfected now passed on to another. "Miranda... I should thank you because if it hadn't been for you I wouldn't have accomplished this, I guess you could say You made me."
Andrea laughed and the air was yanked from Miranda's lungs rendering her speechless. Andrea turned and replaced her sunglasses upon her face.
"I'm having dinner tonight at Palladio at seven, I expect you'll be there Miranda," Andrea turned when she reached the door with a smile. "And yes it is formal."
Andrea walked through between two desks where Emily and Emily 2 sat silently watching her get in the elevator and leave, at that point in time Nigel had just rounded a corner and entered ready to walk into Miranda's office when three pairs of ears heard a rather angry slew of cusses. Nigel stood in his tracks and sighed heavily.
"I heard her say twat, did you hear her say twat," He turned to Emily. "This is getting out of hand." Emily raised her hands in the air and looked glum.
"You have no idea."