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The reason it had taken a good twenty minutes for Andy to return to her desk was because she’d bought a cup of coffee for herself and made a point of drinking it all before she returned. She needed the caffeine to remain composed. Every time she thought about Miranda, her eyes welled up with tears. A million and one questions would then flood her brain.
Was she not good enough for Miranda? Did she not satisfy her? Was she put off over the homosexual relationship? She wanted answers to every one of her questions but at the same time, she had a sneaky suspicion she knew what they all were anyway. Why else would Miranda go off with Steven for the night? If not to be satisfied in a way that Andy could not satisfy her.
Miranda liked men.
Not twenty-five year old women.
She liked men.
“Thank God, where the hell have you been?” Emily rushed forward to grab the tray of coffee cups from Andy’s hand, “She’s gone crazy. I totally forgot to put that newspaper in the bin, she read it and now, believe me, you do not want to go in there.”
Andy swallowed thickly. No, she didn’t want to go in there. She could just about make out Miranda pacing back and forth in her office, surrounded by unnaturally thin models and Nigel.
Her eyes were suddenly damp again and she had to turn away to keep them hidden from Emily. Not that the redhead was paying any attention, she was too busy holding back tears of her own. “She wants her coffee but I am too scared to- what am I doing? Breathe, breathe...” She straightened her back and bravely entered the dragons’ lair.
Andy reluctantly took a seat and turned her attention towards her computer monitor. Was Miranda just going to play dumb or was she actually going to explain herself? She sighed heavily and closed her eyes. She couldn’t help but think back six months when all of this started.
“Have fun waiting for the book whilst I go home and prepare for my date,” Emily placed a hand against her chest as a dreamy expression spread across her features, “With a very wealthy model.”
Andy forced a smile, hoping beyond hope that it appeared genuine. She could really go for five minutes without receiving a cutting comment from Emily about something that she’d done. It looks like she got her hopes up.
“Not that you’d ever experience that, Andrea. I don’t think a wealthy model would look twice at you,” She stuck up her nose, swung her bag over her shoulder and headed towards the elevator, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
If she wasn’t so polite, Andy would have shot her a withering glare, but she didn’t. Instead she actually threw back a “have fun”. She really was pathetic.
Just as she was about to reach into one of her desks drawers, the ding of the elevator caught her attention. Surely the book couldn’t be done already? She yanked her hand away from the appetizing chocolate bar as soon as Miranda came into sight.
“Miranda, h-hi,” She stood up from behind her desk just in time to catch her bosses’ fur coat. “What are you do-” Andy snapped her mouth shut when Miranda turned to look at her with an ice cold glare. Right. Never ask Miranda Priestly questions.
She quickly put the coat away before rushing into Miranda’s office with her notepad clutched in her hand. “Do you want me to do anything, Miranda?”
Miranda spun around in her chair and looked at her. There was an unrecognizable expression on her face, which deemed Andy speechless. For a second she looked as if she was going to say something unusual, something that she wouldn’t normally say, but the look soon disappeared with a slight shake of her head.
Andy went to exit the office but paused. Was she excused? Usually Miranda said-
“That’s all.”
Andy smiled into her palm, reaching up with her other hand to wipe away stray tears. Looking back now, it seemed ridiculous that they even considered a relationship. Their relationship was strictly professional. She didn’t know where her feelings for Miranda came from -out of nowhere.
“Andrea, can you please call my ex-husband and cancel our dinner date.”
She reached for her phone and went to dial an all too familiar number, but stopped. Wait- which husband? She glanced desperately towards Miranda’s office. What the hell, take a chance Andy!
After a few short rings, Steven picked up.
“Hello?”
“Hi, it’s Andy Sachs here-”
“What do you want?”
Andy was slightly taken back that he remembered who she was.
“Is she cancelling again?” He asked bitterly, “Bitch. Why am I not surprised?”
She opened and closed her mouth, unsure of what to say. He’d got the message already so why did she need to continue this conversation? Andy heard a faint click on the phone line and glanced towards Miranda, who now had a phone pressed against her ear. She pointed towards her own phone and motioned to hang up but Miranda shook her head.
She wanted to listen.
“I’m sorry but she asked me to-”
“Why don’t you go in there and tell that fucking bitch exactly what I-”
Andy winced, not daring to look over at Miranda who was most likely going to bubble over with anger any second. “I am not doing anything of the sort.”
“She’s such a cow. I bet she doesn’t give a shit that...” He trailed off and Andy frowned. All too soon though, he spoke again. “Why do you even care what I have to say? All you are is a worthless cheap assistant. You should try looking into the hooker business; if you give me a call later I’m sure I can come up with some-”
Miranda cleared her throat. “How dare you.”
Andy immediately slammed the phone down and fled from her desk. All she’d been doing was her job and she received that sort of treatment? She rushed into the bathroom and hid in the middle cubicle. She wouldn’t be found. The only other person on the floor was Miranda.
She slumped down on the toilet and buried her damp face in her palms. Why was she letting his words affect her so much? She knew the answer. It’s because she really was worthless. She was incapable of achieving anything and everybody she loved was leaving her. Lily, Doug... Nate.
It made her feel sick.
The door to the toilets opened and Andy curiously lifted her head. That could only be one person.
“Andrea?”
She sniffed loudly, hurriedly wiping away her tears. There was no way she was going to let Miranda see her in such a weakened state.
“Andrea, stop being silly and come out here...” Her voice was softer than usual, less scary, “please.”
She froze. Did Miranda really just use manners? Now she was definitely curious. She stood up on shaky legs and quickly unlocked the cubicle door. Miranda was leaning up against the far counter, her ankles crossed and her eyes downwards. She didn’t look like she normally did.
“I’m sorry.”
Miranda looked up, shock pasted clearly across her face. “What do you mean, you’re sorry?”
“For crying and I left the desk... the phone could have rang again and here I am, hiding in the women’s bathroom crying over something ridiculous.” She lowered her head, refusing to look up at Miranda because she knew as soon as she did, the tears would come again.
What she didn’t expect was Miranda to walk over and grasp her upper arms. Andy snapped her head up, somewhat worried that Miranda was going to pull out a sword and decapitate her- or worse yet, reveal a pair of fangs.
She didn’t do either.
“I’m sorry, Andrea.”
Andy gulped loudly.
“Steven is a... to put it bluntly, Steven is a prick.”
Ouch. Andy scanned Miranda’s face, searching for some sort of sign to where this was going. It was clear that all her guards were down and this really was Miranda Priestly... not the same Miranda the whole world knows. And for some reason, the idea of seeing the true woman without all of her walls, made her heart thump wildly.
“It’s fine Miranda.”
It really wasn’t. Her heart shouldn’t be thumping over Miranda Priestly.
“You’re not worthless Andrea. You’re a very smart and beautiful individual.”
Andy froze, her mouth falling open in a silent gasp. Shit.
A loud clattering noise interrupted her thoughts. Andy whipped her head around and looked, mad-eyed, towards Miranda’s office.
Miranda had one hand clenched at her side whereas the other was pressed against her forehead in obvious disbelief. Emily soon came rushing out, the smallest sign of a smirk on her face.
“What happened?” Andy whispered loudly as soon as Emily was sitting down.
“One of the models just tripped and tried grabbed the clothes rail to stay up. It didn’t end well.”
Andy inwardly groaned. Poor model. She was probably now unemployed.
Was she not good enough for Miranda? Did she not satisfy her? Was she put off over the homosexual relationship? She wanted answers to every one of her questions but at the same time, she had a sneaky suspicion she knew what they all were anyway. Why else would Miranda go off with Steven for the night? If not to be satisfied in a way that Andy could not satisfy her.
Miranda liked men.
Not twenty-five year old women.
She liked men.
“Thank God, where the hell have you been?” Emily rushed forward to grab the tray of coffee cups from Andy’s hand, “She’s gone crazy. I totally forgot to put that newspaper in the bin, she read it and now, believe me, you do not want to go in there.”
Andy swallowed thickly. No, she didn’t want to go in there. She could just about make out Miranda pacing back and forth in her office, surrounded by unnaturally thin models and Nigel.
Her eyes were suddenly damp again and she had to turn away to keep them hidden from Emily. Not that the redhead was paying any attention, she was too busy holding back tears of her own. “She wants her coffee but I am too scared to- what am I doing? Breathe, breathe...” She straightened her back and bravely entered the dragons’ lair.
Andy reluctantly took a seat and turned her attention towards her computer monitor. Was Miranda just going to play dumb or was she actually going to explain herself? She sighed heavily and closed her eyes. She couldn’t help but think back six months when all of this started.
“Have fun waiting for the book whilst I go home and prepare for my date,” Emily placed a hand against her chest as a dreamy expression spread across her features, “With a very wealthy model.”
Andy forced a smile, hoping beyond hope that it appeared genuine. She could really go for five minutes without receiving a cutting comment from Emily about something that she’d done. It looks like she got her hopes up.
“Not that you’d ever experience that, Andrea. I don’t think a wealthy model would look twice at you,” She stuck up her nose, swung her bag over her shoulder and headed towards the elevator, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
If she wasn’t so polite, Andy would have shot her a withering glare, but she didn’t. Instead she actually threw back a “have fun”. She really was pathetic.
Just as she was about to reach into one of her desks drawers, the ding of the elevator caught her attention. Surely the book couldn’t be done already? She yanked her hand away from the appetizing chocolate bar as soon as Miranda came into sight.
“Miranda, h-hi,” She stood up from behind her desk just in time to catch her bosses’ fur coat. “What are you do-” Andy snapped her mouth shut when Miranda turned to look at her with an ice cold glare. Right. Never ask Miranda Priestly questions.
She quickly put the coat away before rushing into Miranda’s office with her notepad clutched in her hand. “Do you want me to do anything, Miranda?”
Miranda spun around in her chair and looked at her. There was an unrecognizable expression on her face, which deemed Andy speechless. For a second she looked as if she was going to say something unusual, something that she wouldn’t normally say, but the look soon disappeared with a slight shake of her head.
Andy went to exit the office but paused. Was she excused? Usually Miranda said-
“That’s all.”
Andy smiled into her palm, reaching up with her other hand to wipe away stray tears. Looking back now, it seemed ridiculous that they even considered a relationship. Their relationship was strictly professional. She didn’t know where her feelings for Miranda came from -out of nowhere.
“Andrea, can you please call my ex-husband and cancel our dinner date.”
She reached for her phone and went to dial an all too familiar number, but stopped. Wait- which husband? She glanced desperately towards Miranda’s office. What the hell, take a chance Andy!
After a few short rings, Steven picked up.
“Hello?”
“Hi, it’s Andy Sachs here-”
“What do you want?”
Andy was slightly taken back that he remembered who she was.
“Is she cancelling again?” He asked bitterly, “Bitch. Why am I not surprised?”
She opened and closed her mouth, unsure of what to say. He’d got the message already so why did she need to continue this conversation? Andy heard a faint click on the phone line and glanced towards Miranda, who now had a phone pressed against her ear. She pointed towards her own phone and motioned to hang up but Miranda shook her head.
She wanted to listen.
“I’m sorry but she asked me to-”
“Why don’t you go in there and tell that fucking bitch exactly what I-”
Andy winced, not daring to look over at Miranda who was most likely going to bubble over with anger any second. “I am not doing anything of the sort.”
“She’s such a cow. I bet she doesn’t give a shit that...” He trailed off and Andy frowned. All too soon though, he spoke again. “Why do you even care what I have to say? All you are is a worthless cheap assistant. You should try looking into the hooker business; if you give me a call later I’m sure I can come up with some-”
Miranda cleared her throat. “How dare you.”
Andy immediately slammed the phone down and fled from her desk. All she’d been doing was her job and she received that sort of treatment? She rushed into the bathroom and hid in the middle cubicle. She wouldn’t be found. The only other person on the floor was Miranda.
She slumped down on the toilet and buried her damp face in her palms. Why was she letting his words affect her so much? She knew the answer. It’s because she really was worthless. She was incapable of achieving anything and everybody she loved was leaving her. Lily, Doug... Nate.
It made her feel sick.
The door to the toilets opened and Andy curiously lifted her head. That could only be one person.
“Andrea?”
She sniffed loudly, hurriedly wiping away her tears. There was no way she was going to let Miranda see her in such a weakened state.
“Andrea, stop being silly and come out here...” Her voice was softer than usual, less scary, “please.”
She froze. Did Miranda really just use manners? Now she was definitely curious. She stood up on shaky legs and quickly unlocked the cubicle door. Miranda was leaning up against the far counter, her ankles crossed and her eyes downwards. She didn’t look like she normally did.
“I’m sorry.”
Miranda looked up, shock pasted clearly across her face. “What do you mean, you’re sorry?”
“For crying and I left the desk... the phone could have rang again and here I am, hiding in the women’s bathroom crying over something ridiculous.” She lowered her head, refusing to look up at Miranda because she knew as soon as she did, the tears would come again.
What she didn’t expect was Miranda to walk over and grasp her upper arms. Andy snapped her head up, somewhat worried that Miranda was going to pull out a sword and decapitate her- or worse yet, reveal a pair of fangs.
She didn’t do either.
“I’m sorry, Andrea.”
Andy gulped loudly.
“Steven is a... to put it bluntly, Steven is a prick.”
Ouch. Andy scanned Miranda’s face, searching for some sort of sign to where this was going. It was clear that all her guards were down and this really was Miranda Priestly... not the same Miranda the whole world knows. And for some reason, the idea of seeing the true woman without all of her walls, made her heart thump wildly.
“It’s fine Miranda.”
It really wasn’t. Her heart shouldn’t be thumping over Miranda Priestly.
“You’re not worthless Andrea. You’re a very smart and beautiful individual.”
Andy froze, her mouth falling open in a silent gasp. Shit.
A loud clattering noise interrupted her thoughts. Andy whipped her head around and looked, mad-eyed, towards Miranda’s office.
Miranda had one hand clenched at her side whereas the other was pressed against her forehead in obvious disbelief. Emily soon came rushing out, the smallest sign of a smirk on her face.
“What happened?” Andy whispered loudly as soon as Emily was sitting down.
“One of the models just tripped and tried grabbed the clothes rail to stay up. It didn’t end well.”
Andy inwardly groaned. Poor model. She was probably now unemployed.