Fic: Principles of Lust (Prologe)
Prologe
The weather was perfect: a warm sunny summer’s day. The outfits were perfect, the environment, a beautiful forest, was perfect, and so were the models. But of course Miranda Priestly thought otherwise. Every ten minutes of the expensive photo shoot she told everyone of the 200 people crew the light was not good, the outfit just wrong, the accessories too much or too less and so on.
Although Andy’s hand began to ache as she had to write down the notes on her writing pad, she still was astonished about how the things changed into better once Miranda made her statement clear. She truly was a professional.
The brunette was all around her, jumped to her feet whenever the white haired woman called her.
Sometimes she turned her head and saw Emily looking at her with poison glare. The redhead was still the first assistant and had an important position, but when Andy decided not to quit in Paris at the very last second, it was her Miranda seemed to demand being around her.
“That bitch was in Paris with her and she still does not care for fashion. Why the bloody hell do I still have her damn cell number, when it’s always her precious ‘Andreyah’ who saves her fucking day?” She hissed while standing next to Serena.
The blonde Brazilian laid her hand on Emily’s shoulder and chuckled. “Are you jealous of her being so close to the dragon lady and her changing moods? You better not be. Otherwise I will become jealous and be sure you won’t like me in green.” She whispered into her ear and let her hand wander down; cupping Emily’s ass knowing no one would see it. The redhead shivered and rarely could wait for the break of the shoot.
Andy could not hear what they were talking about. She was sure that she was the subject, as always. The making-fun-of-Andy-club. She didn’t care, because she had other things to do.
She sighed in relief when the break was finally announced; knowing Miranda would not needed her because she’d discuss something with Nigel.
Miranda was done with her tasks and allowed her to withdraw from her and have some minutes for her own “stuff”. She really said that word with a knowing smirk. Andy rolled her eyes.
She saw Emily leaving with Serena, a path deeper into the woods and shrugged. She pulled out a small bottle of water and a small paper bag.
A few moments later Nigel was standing next to her, raising an eyebrow when he saw her eating a bagel. “Trying to get into seize eight, six?” He teased.
Andy smiled as much as the bagel allowed it. “I’m still seizing four.”
“Yes…. Still.” Nigel replied. He was watching Miranda trying to call someone on her cell.
“Nigel, please… I have two hours of Miranda’s demanding behind me. Give me a break.”
“As if you don’t like to dance around her like a little bee around the queen.” He said dryly and Andy hoped not to blush at that comment.
“She’s staring at her phone now… Not good. Whoever that was not answering her call is as good as dead.”
Andy shivered, pulled out her cell and sighed when she saw it was on and no call got in. It would be ridiculous even for Miranda to call her on the phone when she’s right there.
And then she heard it. “Andréa.”
The brunette moaned, took one last bite of her bagel, chewed quickly and put it back into the bag. “Lunch time’s over.” She threw a fresh mint into her mouth, walking directly to her boss.
“Yes, Miranda.” She said.
“Where is Emily?” the editor asked in a low voice.
Andy shuddered. “Is the break over?”
Oh my god, I asked her a question! I’m so dead…
“You know how much I like to repeat myself. Answer me.” Came the reply.
“I… Well, I saw her going that way. But I don’t know where she is…” Andy stupidly pointed into the woods.
Of course Miranda did not follow her gesture. “I can’t find Serena either.”
“Oh… I think she went with her…” Andy said. Then it hit her. No, that couldn’t be. It could NOT be Emily not answering Miranda’s phone call! That was insane!
“Well, then go ‘that way’ find the two and tell them if they don’t mind to reschedule whatever they think are more important instead of being in my employment, they can clean their desks immediately when we get back. Now.” She added and Andy jumped.
“Once fetching, always fetching… Even the first bloody assistant…” she growled on her way.
The weather was perfect: a warm sunny summer’s day. The outfits were perfect, the environment, a beautiful forest, was perfect, and so were the models. But of course Miranda Priestly thought otherwise. Every ten minutes of the expensive photo shoot she told everyone of the 200 people crew the light was not good, the outfit just wrong, the accessories too much or too less and so on.
Although Andy’s hand began to ache as she had to write down the notes on her writing pad, she still was astonished about how the things changed into better once Miranda made her statement clear. She truly was a professional.
The brunette was all around her, jumped to her feet whenever the white haired woman called her.
Sometimes she turned her head and saw Emily looking at her with poison glare. The redhead was still the first assistant and had an important position, but when Andy decided not to quit in Paris at the very last second, it was her Miranda seemed to demand being around her.
“That bitch was in Paris with her and she still does not care for fashion. Why the bloody hell do I still have her damn cell number, when it’s always her precious ‘Andreyah’ who saves her fucking day?” She hissed while standing next to Serena.
The blonde Brazilian laid her hand on Emily’s shoulder and chuckled. “Are you jealous of her being so close to the dragon lady and her changing moods? You better not be. Otherwise I will become jealous and be sure you won’t like me in green.” She whispered into her ear and let her hand wander down; cupping Emily’s ass knowing no one would see it. The redhead shivered and rarely could wait for the break of the shoot.
Andy could not hear what they were talking about. She was sure that she was the subject, as always. The making-fun-of-Andy-club. She didn’t care, because she had other things to do.
She sighed in relief when the break was finally announced; knowing Miranda would not needed her because she’d discuss something with Nigel.
Miranda was done with her tasks and allowed her to withdraw from her and have some minutes for her own “stuff”. She really said that word with a knowing smirk. Andy rolled her eyes.
She saw Emily leaving with Serena, a path deeper into the woods and shrugged. She pulled out a small bottle of water and a small paper bag.
A few moments later Nigel was standing next to her, raising an eyebrow when he saw her eating a bagel. “Trying to get into seize eight, six?” He teased.
Andy smiled as much as the bagel allowed it. “I’m still seizing four.”
“Yes…. Still.” Nigel replied. He was watching Miranda trying to call someone on her cell.
“Nigel, please… I have two hours of Miranda’s demanding behind me. Give me a break.”
“As if you don’t like to dance around her like a little bee around the queen.” He said dryly and Andy hoped not to blush at that comment.
“She’s staring at her phone now… Not good. Whoever that was not answering her call is as good as dead.”
Andy shivered, pulled out her cell and sighed when she saw it was on and no call got in. It would be ridiculous even for Miranda to call her on the phone when she’s right there.
And then she heard it. “Andréa.”
The brunette moaned, took one last bite of her bagel, chewed quickly and put it back into the bag. “Lunch time’s over.” She threw a fresh mint into her mouth, walking directly to her boss.
“Yes, Miranda.” She said.
“Where is Emily?” the editor asked in a low voice.
Andy shuddered. “Is the break over?”
Oh my god, I asked her a question! I’m so dead…
“You know how much I like to repeat myself. Answer me.” Came the reply.
“I… Well, I saw her going that way. But I don’t know where she is…” Andy stupidly pointed into the woods.
Of course Miranda did not follow her gesture. “I can’t find Serena either.”
“Oh… I think she went with her…” Andy said. Then it hit her. No, that couldn’t be. It could NOT be Emily not answering Miranda’s phone call! That was insane!
“Well, then go ‘that way’ find the two and tell them if they don’t mind to reschedule whatever they think are more important instead of being in my employment, they can clean their desks immediately when we get back. Now.” She added and Andy jumped.
“Once fetching, always fetching… Even the first bloody assistant…” she growled on her way.