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“Would you just sit still?” Emily snapped, slamming her hands down onto her desk.
Andy looked up and smiled shyly. She couldn’t help but fidget. She didn’t know what to do. Stay, charge into Miranda’s office, or leave? It was driving her mad. Not to mention that every time she saw the silver-haired woman out the corner of her eye, she just wanted to cry.
A few more minutes passed and Andy couldn’t take it anymore. She quietly rolled her chair back and rose to her feet. Emily looked up from the magazine she was reading and raised a questioning eyebrow. Andy ignored her. She didn’t want to be asked. She didn’t want a chance to change her mind.
So she charged right into the office, her hands clenched tightly at her sides. Miranda glanced up from the desk and once she realised it was Andy rudely entering her office without invitation, she whipped off her glasses and stood up.
“Andrea,” She said with a hint of warning. “Please don’t, not here.”
Andy shook her head, lifting a finger to point accusingly at the older woman. “Don’t you fucking dare?” Unlike Miranda, she made no attempt to keep her voice quiet. She didn’t care anymore whether people knew about their relationship or not. “How can you just... sit here and.... do this,” She clenched her hands even tighter and childishly stomped her foot.
“I said,” Miranda swiftly moved around her desk, dropping her voice even lower, “Not here.”
Did she really expect her to just drop it? She was caught with her ex-husband when she was supposed to be at some fundraising party. Andy slapped a hand over her forehead and glanced around the office desperately, feeling her eyes well up with unwanted tears.
“I love you so much Miranda.”
Miranda stepped closer, gingerly reaching out to offer some sort of comfort without arousing suspicion. She could sense Emily’s curious eyes from outside the office. Her hand gently touched Andy’s hand but the brunette wasn’t having it. She snapped her hand back and gasped loudly, “Don’t touch me.”
Ouch. “Please Andrea, I’m sorry.”
“No you’re not. You enjoyed it, didn’t you?” She stepped closer, dropping her balled fists to her sides again. “You didn’t even think about me, did you?”
“Of course I did. It was a stupid drunken mistake but can we please discuss this later?”
Andy reached up and roughly grabbed a hold of Miranda’s chin. “Do you love me?”
Miranda stiffened but didn’t pull away. “What a stupid question.”
She slowly pulled her hand away and shook her head in disbelief. “How can I believe you, Miranda? You spent the night fucking your bastard ex-husband, and now you’re saying that you love me? You know what’s worse... you didn’t even attempt to apologise to me, did you think I didn’t know?”
“Is everything okay Miranda?” Emily asked softly, suddenly appearing in the doorway.
Miranda brushed past Andy, shooting daggers at her first assistant. “Do you wish to remain employed, Emily?” The Brit nodded quickly, “Good. Go away.”
She turned back to Andy with a somewhat desperate look on her face. Before she could say anything though, she was interrupted.
“Forget it,” Andy laughed loudly, sarcastically. “I know how you feel. I guess the last six months has meant nothing to you?” Miranda’s brow wrinkled and she took a hesitant step forward. She stopped when Andy took a step backwards. “I don’t want to see you ever again.”
Miranda looked away, blinking back tears. “Then leave.”
Andy’s mouth opened in a gasp. She hadn’t expected her to say that. She really didn’t love her. “Miranda I-”
“I said leave.”
Andy swallowed thickly and gave a curt nod. She knew that if she stayed any longer there would be a risk of security being called. Miranda didn’t like to be the centre of bad attention and if somebody other than Emily spotted the exchange, eyebrows would raise.
She rubbed her tears away with the back of her hand before rushing past Miranda.
“I quit.”
+++
“Did you have fun last night?” Andy asked, faking interest.
“Of course,” Emily sniffed, “I am seeing him again on Wednesday.”
Andy nodded slowly, forcing a tight smile. She really did like Emily -in small doses. Sometimes she couldn’t stand the woman but wouldn’t ask to work with anybody else.
The phone started ringing just as Andy was about to try and make conversation. Thank goodness.
“Miranda Priestly-”
“Andy Sachs?” A gruff male voice asked.
The colour drained from her cheeks. Shit. Steven. She glanced towards Miranda who was chatting animatedly on the phone to some important fashion related person. Andy then turned her attention to Emily, but received an upturned nose in response.
“I’m sorry but Miranda is busy at the moment, can I pass on a message?” She grabbed her pen and pulled her pad closer.
“She’s too busy to talk to her husband?” Ex-husband, Andy felt like saying. “Get her on the phone now, or I’m going to just come down there.”
Andy sighed loudly, “Just one second, I’ll see what I can do.”
Without any hesitation, she stuck him on hold.
“I don’t think she’ll be too pleased about you- Suit yourself,” Emily watched in amusement as Andy boldly entered Miranda’s office. She heard the older woman pause the conversation and Emily smiled. “It’s your funeral.”
“Miranda, I’m sorry to interrupt but-”
“Why exactly are you interrupting my very important phone call?”
Andy gulped. “I’m sorry but... Steven is on the phone.”
“What does he want?”
“I don’t know but he said that he’ll come down if you don’t talk to him now.”
Miranda sat back in her chair and rolled her eyes. After the previous night’s events she didn’t expect Andy to argue with her idiot ex-husband. With a flick of her wrist, she dismissed her. Once the office was empty, she ended the call with the man on the other end before picking up her office phone, fully prepared to take on Steven and get rid of him once and for all.
+++
The journey back to her apartment didn’t take her that long. She spent the entire time going over the exchange she had with Miranda whilst fighting her emotions. No, she was not going to cry in front of all of these people.
But once she was safely behind her locked front door, she collapsed in a heap on the floor and sobbed.
How could Miranda do something like this? They had been serious. Their relationship was genuine. Why had she gone back to Steven? She hated him.
After what seemed like hours, her phone started to ring from inside her purse.
“Go away,” She growled, yanking out her phone and snapping it open. “What?”
“Andy... Are you okay?”
She was genuinely surprised to hear Emily on the other end. Andy wiped her nose with the back of wrist and grunted. It was the best answer she could give when she didn’t trust her voice.
“Good,” The soft -almost caring- voice on the other end suddenly returned to its bitter normalcy. “What the hell did you do? Miranda is on a killing spree. She has already fired seven members of staff and-”
Andy sighed, “Look, Emily, it has nothing to do with me now. I’ll swing by tomorrow and collect my things. Goodbye.”
She heard Emily try to argue with her but she was too tired to care. She hung up instead.
A few seconds later her phone rang again. Andy was about to throw her phone to one side but had a funny feeling that it would be a bad idea. She risked a glance at the caller idea. Miranda. Her bottom lip quivered uncontrollably.
“What do you want?” She spat, immediately hearing the sharp intake of breath on the other end.
“Andrea-”
“There’s nothing you can do or say to make this right.”
She scrambled to her feet and pushed away from the front door. She needed to lie down and go to sleep. Maybe walk over to the closest window and get rid of her phone. Her hand tightened around the device but she didn’t throw it.
“I love you.”
From the way she whispered it under her breath, Andy knew she was still in the office.
“It’s too late.”
“But Andrea-”
“Goodbye Miranda. I hope Steven treats you right.”
She ended the call before promptly diving under the covers on her bed.
+++
“Emily, I am taking the rest of the day off.”
The Brit jumped to her feet as Miranda bustled by into the closet containing the staff coats. She stopped; utterly shocked that Miranda was retrieving her own coat. Was this a dream? She discreetly pinched the back of her arm. Ouch. Nope. Not a dream.
“Rearrange my schedule and then email the changes to me.”
She dutifully nodded.
Miranda glanced down at her watch, making sure that it was an okay time to drop by unannounced at Andrea’s. What was she thinking? Of course Andrea would be in.
She unfolded her glasses and slipped them on. She needed to sort this out. Pronto.
Andy looked up and smiled shyly. She couldn’t help but fidget. She didn’t know what to do. Stay, charge into Miranda’s office, or leave? It was driving her mad. Not to mention that every time she saw the silver-haired woman out the corner of her eye, she just wanted to cry.
A few more minutes passed and Andy couldn’t take it anymore. She quietly rolled her chair back and rose to her feet. Emily looked up from the magazine she was reading and raised a questioning eyebrow. Andy ignored her. She didn’t want to be asked. She didn’t want a chance to change her mind.
So she charged right into the office, her hands clenched tightly at her sides. Miranda glanced up from the desk and once she realised it was Andy rudely entering her office without invitation, she whipped off her glasses and stood up.
“Andrea,” She said with a hint of warning. “Please don’t, not here.”
Andy shook her head, lifting a finger to point accusingly at the older woman. “Don’t you fucking dare?” Unlike Miranda, she made no attempt to keep her voice quiet. She didn’t care anymore whether people knew about their relationship or not. “How can you just... sit here and.... do this,” She clenched her hands even tighter and childishly stomped her foot.
“I said,” Miranda swiftly moved around her desk, dropping her voice even lower, “Not here.”
Did she really expect her to just drop it? She was caught with her ex-husband when she was supposed to be at some fundraising party. Andy slapped a hand over her forehead and glanced around the office desperately, feeling her eyes well up with unwanted tears.
“I love you so much Miranda.”
Miranda stepped closer, gingerly reaching out to offer some sort of comfort without arousing suspicion. She could sense Emily’s curious eyes from outside the office. Her hand gently touched Andy’s hand but the brunette wasn’t having it. She snapped her hand back and gasped loudly, “Don’t touch me.”
Ouch. “Please Andrea, I’m sorry.”
“No you’re not. You enjoyed it, didn’t you?” She stepped closer, dropping her balled fists to her sides again. “You didn’t even think about me, did you?”
“Of course I did. It was a stupid drunken mistake but can we please discuss this later?”
Andy reached up and roughly grabbed a hold of Miranda’s chin. “Do you love me?”
Miranda stiffened but didn’t pull away. “What a stupid question.”
She slowly pulled her hand away and shook her head in disbelief. “How can I believe you, Miranda? You spent the night fucking your bastard ex-husband, and now you’re saying that you love me? You know what’s worse... you didn’t even attempt to apologise to me, did you think I didn’t know?”
“Is everything okay Miranda?” Emily asked softly, suddenly appearing in the doorway.
Miranda brushed past Andy, shooting daggers at her first assistant. “Do you wish to remain employed, Emily?” The Brit nodded quickly, “Good. Go away.”
She turned back to Andy with a somewhat desperate look on her face. Before she could say anything though, she was interrupted.
“Forget it,” Andy laughed loudly, sarcastically. “I know how you feel. I guess the last six months has meant nothing to you?” Miranda’s brow wrinkled and she took a hesitant step forward. She stopped when Andy took a step backwards. “I don’t want to see you ever again.”
Miranda looked away, blinking back tears. “Then leave.”
Andy’s mouth opened in a gasp. She hadn’t expected her to say that. She really didn’t love her. “Miranda I-”
“I said leave.”
Andy swallowed thickly and gave a curt nod. She knew that if she stayed any longer there would be a risk of security being called. Miranda didn’t like to be the centre of bad attention and if somebody other than Emily spotted the exchange, eyebrows would raise.
She rubbed her tears away with the back of her hand before rushing past Miranda.
“I quit.”
+++
“Did you have fun last night?” Andy asked, faking interest.
“Of course,” Emily sniffed, “I am seeing him again on Wednesday.”
Andy nodded slowly, forcing a tight smile. She really did like Emily -in small doses. Sometimes she couldn’t stand the woman but wouldn’t ask to work with anybody else.
The phone started ringing just as Andy was about to try and make conversation. Thank goodness.
“Miranda Priestly-”
“Andy Sachs?” A gruff male voice asked.
The colour drained from her cheeks. Shit. Steven. She glanced towards Miranda who was chatting animatedly on the phone to some important fashion related person. Andy then turned her attention to Emily, but received an upturned nose in response.
“I’m sorry but Miranda is busy at the moment, can I pass on a message?” She grabbed her pen and pulled her pad closer.
“She’s too busy to talk to her husband?” Ex-husband, Andy felt like saying. “Get her on the phone now, or I’m going to just come down there.”
Andy sighed loudly, “Just one second, I’ll see what I can do.”
Without any hesitation, she stuck him on hold.
“I don’t think she’ll be too pleased about you- Suit yourself,” Emily watched in amusement as Andy boldly entered Miranda’s office. She heard the older woman pause the conversation and Emily smiled. “It’s your funeral.”
“Miranda, I’m sorry to interrupt but-”
“Why exactly are you interrupting my very important phone call?”
Andy gulped. “I’m sorry but... Steven is on the phone.”
“What does he want?”
“I don’t know but he said that he’ll come down if you don’t talk to him now.”
Miranda sat back in her chair and rolled her eyes. After the previous night’s events she didn’t expect Andy to argue with her idiot ex-husband. With a flick of her wrist, she dismissed her. Once the office was empty, she ended the call with the man on the other end before picking up her office phone, fully prepared to take on Steven and get rid of him once and for all.
+++
The journey back to her apartment didn’t take her that long. She spent the entire time going over the exchange she had with Miranda whilst fighting her emotions. No, she was not going to cry in front of all of these people.
But once she was safely behind her locked front door, she collapsed in a heap on the floor and sobbed.
How could Miranda do something like this? They had been serious. Their relationship was genuine. Why had she gone back to Steven? She hated him.
After what seemed like hours, her phone started to ring from inside her purse.
“Go away,” She growled, yanking out her phone and snapping it open. “What?”
“Andy... Are you okay?”
She was genuinely surprised to hear Emily on the other end. Andy wiped her nose with the back of wrist and grunted. It was the best answer she could give when she didn’t trust her voice.
“Good,” The soft -almost caring- voice on the other end suddenly returned to its bitter normalcy. “What the hell did you do? Miranda is on a killing spree. She has already fired seven members of staff and-”
Andy sighed, “Look, Emily, it has nothing to do with me now. I’ll swing by tomorrow and collect my things. Goodbye.”
She heard Emily try to argue with her but she was too tired to care. She hung up instead.
A few seconds later her phone rang again. Andy was about to throw her phone to one side but had a funny feeling that it would be a bad idea. She risked a glance at the caller idea. Miranda. Her bottom lip quivered uncontrollably.
“What do you want?” She spat, immediately hearing the sharp intake of breath on the other end.
“Andrea-”
“There’s nothing you can do or say to make this right.”
She scrambled to her feet and pushed away from the front door. She needed to lie down and go to sleep. Maybe walk over to the closest window and get rid of her phone. Her hand tightened around the device but she didn’t throw it.
“I love you.”
From the way she whispered it under her breath, Andy knew she was still in the office.
“It’s too late.”
“But Andrea-”
“Goodbye Miranda. I hope Steven treats you right.”
She ended the call before promptly diving under the covers on her bed.
+++
“Emily, I am taking the rest of the day off.”
The Brit jumped to her feet as Miranda bustled by into the closet containing the staff coats. She stopped; utterly shocked that Miranda was retrieving her own coat. Was this a dream? She discreetly pinched the back of her arm. Ouch. Nope. Not a dream.
“Rearrange my schedule and then email the changes to me.”
She dutifully nodded.
Miranda glanced down at her watch, making sure that it was an okay time to drop by unannounced at Andrea’s. What was she thinking? Of course Andrea would be in.
She unfolded her glasses and slipped them on. She needed to sort this out. Pronto.