New Fic - Thank you Irv Ravitz - 1/?
Tittle: Thank You Irv Ravitz
Author: worst_liar_ever
Fandom: Devil Wears Prada
Pairing: Miranda/Andy - Eventually
Raiting: PG
Spoilers: None - Set after the Film.
Summary: Andy overhears something very interesting. Now she needs to put it to good use.
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters you recognise. I do own Preston. I <3 him.
A/N: Australian spelling so don’t freak. Lol
A/NN: this is the first of at least 4 chapters and I have not even gotten to the good stuff. I will post twice a week i think. Comments = love!
A/NNN: Special thanks to calliopedawn for beta-ing this. I was not aware how good it was to have a beta. You rock!
Chapter 1
Andy sat staring around the large glossy lobby. She couldn’t help thinking that the space reminded her of the lobby of Elias Clark foyer. Comparing things and people she saw to her time at Runway was the bane of her existence. She mentally chastised herself as she ruffled her bangs.
Her abhorrence of waiting was apparent as the man sitting next to her glared at her as she tapped her Christian Louboutins on the polished granite floor. Andy was supposed to be interviewing some young stud CEO of the newest social networking site that has become all the rage. Andy was still young and hip, well mostly. She understood the desire to keep up with friends and social networking sites made that easy. What she didn’t understand was the need to inform said friends that you had toast for breakfast and post photos of your previous evening’s drunken debauchery.
When she was first handed this assignment she was expecting, well not to be cliché, a geek. When she began her research into the dot.com entrepreneur she did not expect to see the good looking son of a rich and affluent New York family. As she watched Preston James approach her she decided he looked more like a cast member of Gossip Girl than a savvy business man.
The truth was he was no entrepreneur he was just a guy with money. He didn’t design the site, nor did he come up with anything original. He simply had the money to pay a web designer to create a new facebook style site with a dating service attached. It hardly set the world on fire but the figures could not be denied.
Andy started to question her decision to wear her short bubble skirt and low cut Dior top. She could tell by the look that she was getting from Preston that this would be a long interview indeed.
Before she knew what had happened she was sitting in the front area of some men’s only club. It figured he would bring her somewhere like this. Why they couldn’t conduct the interview in his office was beyond her. Now she sat in a large leather chair trying to be interested in the pompous egotistical man that sat across from her. He cradled his exorbitantly expensive scotch while he flirted and joked. She had been interviewing him for twenty minuted and he had managed to avoid answering almost every question she asked.
It was clear the interview was going nowhere. The whole thing was a farce, a set up to demonstrate how wealthy and privileged he was. He wasn’t even interested in the site at all. Andy began to suspect that he had nothing to do with it. Maybe he was just the face, or the money. This was quickly becoming a waste of her time and she politely nodded and smiled as she practically wrote her article in her mind.
The interview was supposed to be over by now, but Preston kept talking. He really was enamoured with the sound of his own voice. It didn’t help things when all of his equally wealthy and boring club members would stop at the table to chat. Andy thought to herself that this man had no idea what power looked like. It was obvious he was trying to show her he had it. But no one who had spent even a few moments in Miranda Priestley’s presence would ever think that this little show was successful. Miranda held real power, she didn’t need to force it or try to demonstrate it to others she exuded it. It shone around her like a halo, a beacon, just like her signature white tresses.
Andy was busy trying not to pay attention to the current admirer when Miranda’s name broke her out of her reverie. The short stumpy man before her was talking excitedly. She tried to listen in without looking conspicuous. She threw all semblance of propriety out the window when ‘Irv’ and ‘oust’ were uttered in the same sentence. She hoped that they were taking about how Miranda had finally managed to slay the wrinkly beast that was Irv Ravitz. Andy’s heart began to beat faster as she listened in closer.
“He’s been trying to get rid of her for years. But of course, you know the plan would only be successful with my input.” The stumpy man face contorted into something similar to a smile as he watched for Preston’s reaction.
Andy still didn’t know who this guy was but it was obvious that something was afoot.
“And Cindy still believes that he will sit on her side of the Board? Ousting Miranda will be a feat.” It was clear that Preston knew the players but had no interest in the game. Andy became despondent when he began to make his apologies to the stumpy man. She needed more information.
Preston finally turned his attention to her after the stumpy man left without even glancing in her direction. His lecherous smile widened, Andy knew that she was not going to enjoy trying to get out of there.
“So, would you like to see my apartment? It is only a few minutes away.” He watched her, seemingly nonchalant, like he didn’t care what her answer was.
“Thanks, but I have to get back to work. You know how it is, articles to write and all that.” She tried to flash her best innocent, friendly non-flirty smile.
She quickly gathered her things and tried to leave before he tried to convince her further. She cringed when he thrust his business card into her hand explaining that his personal line was on the back ‘in case she needed anything’. She tried not to roll her eyes at that.
Chapter 2