New Fic: One Up
Title: One Up
Author: Tis Me! Scissor Prince!
Rating: PG for now.
Pairing: Mirandy
Disclaimer : I do not in any way own Miranda... or Andy... but that doesn't stop me from dreaming.
Summary: I won't really be able to summarize what's going to happen yet, but I can ask for you to ponder a question: Who do you think has the 'one up' on who?
Authors Note: This is going to be short, it's my prologue. It'll set the partial mood for the first few chapters, I hope you enjoy.
The morning was deliciously bright and rather cheerful in the streets below as above the buildings loomed over the masses. People well-above the ground floor rushed and ran, scattering in all different directions upon news that the first assistant in charge had received "The Call"... The call from the woman who made some of their lives a vicious hell, the woman who never wore the same thing to work twice, the woman who a million girls would kill to be hired by... That woman.
"I hate Mondays," exclaimed a disgruntled company designer as he had opened a set of large glass doors leading to yet another area of glass topped desks and Apple Mac computers guessing by the slightly relaxed air in the room that news hadn't yet reached this vicinity. "Bitch is in!" There were a few faint profanities and then the sound of heels on tile. Oh how he loved to raise the anxiety bar yet another notch.
Down below in the street a long black car sat stationary. The driver looked back into the reflection of himself in the rear view mirror catching the passengers large sunglasses.
"Be here at six o'clock, no later." He gave a curt nod while a security personal employee opened the passengers door wide and they stepped onto the sidewalk in front of the building. Within moments the woman was walking through the lobby, others zig zagging at all costs to avoid her and within seconds from that she had stepped into an elevator.
"She'll be here any second, get her coffee!" Assistant number one barked orders to assistant number two who floundered while the designer guy stood by watching, completely unamused. Finally they were able to lay out the magazine stack, coffee and recent photo shoot picks for that months edit on their employers desk.
"You two really need to get your act together." He scoffed, receiving two identical glares. The elevator dinged and the doors parted.
"Get me Barker on line one immediately," The editor swept through the office, her jacket falling upon assistant number two's desk along with her purse as she rounded into her office the first assistant and designer hot on her heels. "And if I don't see Nolan in this office within the next three minutes..."
"He's on his way up." The first assistant trilled then covered her mouth immediately, eyes wide in shock. Furious brown orbs stared down the young woman for a short period before her dangerously calm voice filled the room.
"You'll learn to keep your thoughts to yourself or does Hannah need a promotion?" Dan, the designer, looked almost gleeful and the first assistant shook her head vigorously stumbling over her words.
"N-no Ms. Sachs." And with that she fled back to her safe little desk and to work. Dan closed the office doors and turned back to his boss with a shit eating grin.
"Why am I stuck with such... idiot staff." Andrea massaged her temples and gazed at cover after cover until something caught her eye. Dan stood near by waiting for the inevitable initial reaction. The brunette pulled the magazine off her desk and gave a blank look to Dan. "What is this?"
"Runway magazine." He replied smugly.
"I am aware that this is Runway Magazine Dan, I am questioning why it is here on my desk." Andrea shot icily as she suppressed a smirk noticing his flinch.
"I just thought you'd like to know that today when I received the fax we ranked 1st... nationally." Dan left her, stunned, sitting behind her large sparkling desk. Slowly a smile etched itself firmly upon her pouty lips and a sound that neither her assistants had heard rang softly in their ears; for the first time they heard the infamous Andrea Sachs laugh.
~*~*~
The news hit Miranda's desk faster than wild fire and she became furious. Emily stood with her notebook in the line of fire at the wrong time.
"Get me Patrick on line two, get Nigel to drop everything and report to me immediately," Emily quickly jotted everything Miranda spoke down. "And for Christ's sake get me the number for whoever it is that runs this... this... magazine!"
For the first time Miranda Priestly felt threatened, and when she found this editor whoever they may be, they were going to be in for a large suprise. Little did she know, so was she.
Author: Tis Me! Scissor Prince!
Rating: PG for now.
Pairing: Mirandy
Disclaimer : I do not in any way own Miranda... or Andy... but that doesn't stop me from dreaming.
Summary: I won't really be able to summarize what's going to happen yet, but I can ask for you to ponder a question: Who do you think has the 'one up' on who?
Authors Note: This is going to be short, it's my prologue. It'll set the partial mood for the first few chapters, I hope you enjoy.
The morning was deliciously bright and rather cheerful in the streets below as above the buildings loomed over the masses. People well-above the ground floor rushed and ran, scattering in all different directions upon news that the first assistant in charge had received "The Call"... The call from the woman who made some of their lives a vicious hell, the woman who never wore the same thing to work twice, the woman who a million girls would kill to be hired by... That woman.
"I hate Mondays," exclaimed a disgruntled company designer as he had opened a set of large glass doors leading to yet another area of glass topped desks and Apple Mac computers guessing by the slightly relaxed air in the room that news hadn't yet reached this vicinity. "Bitch is in!" There were a few faint profanities and then the sound of heels on tile. Oh how he loved to raise the anxiety bar yet another notch.
Down below in the street a long black car sat stationary. The driver looked back into the reflection of himself in the rear view mirror catching the passengers large sunglasses.
"Be here at six o'clock, no later." He gave a curt nod while a security personal employee opened the passengers door wide and they stepped onto the sidewalk in front of the building. Within moments the woman was walking through the lobby, others zig zagging at all costs to avoid her and within seconds from that she had stepped into an elevator.
"She'll be here any second, get her coffee!" Assistant number one barked orders to assistant number two who floundered while the designer guy stood by watching, completely unamused. Finally they were able to lay out the magazine stack, coffee and recent photo shoot picks for that months edit on their employers desk.
"You two really need to get your act together." He scoffed, receiving two identical glares. The elevator dinged and the doors parted.
"Get me Barker on line one immediately," The editor swept through the office, her jacket falling upon assistant number two's desk along with her purse as she rounded into her office the first assistant and designer hot on her heels. "And if I don't see Nolan in this office within the next three minutes..."
"He's on his way up." The first assistant trilled then covered her mouth immediately, eyes wide in shock. Furious brown orbs stared down the young woman for a short period before her dangerously calm voice filled the room.
"You'll learn to keep your thoughts to yourself or does Hannah need a promotion?" Dan, the designer, looked almost gleeful and the first assistant shook her head vigorously stumbling over her words.
"N-no Ms. Sachs." And with that she fled back to her safe little desk and to work. Dan closed the office doors and turned back to his boss with a shit eating grin.
"Why am I stuck with such... idiot staff." Andrea massaged her temples and gazed at cover after cover until something caught her eye. Dan stood near by waiting for the inevitable initial reaction. The brunette pulled the magazine off her desk and gave a blank look to Dan. "What is this?"
"Runway magazine." He replied smugly.
"I am aware that this is Runway Magazine Dan, I am questioning why it is here on my desk." Andrea shot icily as she suppressed a smirk noticing his flinch.
"I just thought you'd like to know that today when I received the fax we ranked 1st... nationally." Dan left her, stunned, sitting behind her large sparkling desk. Slowly a smile etched itself firmly upon her pouty lips and a sound that neither her assistants had heard rang softly in their ears; for the first time they heard the infamous Andrea Sachs laugh.
~*~*~
The news hit Miranda's desk faster than wild fire and she became furious. Emily stood with her notebook in the line of fire at the wrong time.
"Get me Patrick on line two, get Nigel to drop everything and report to me immediately," Emily quickly jotted everything Miranda spoke down. "And for Christ's sake get me the number for whoever it is that runs this... this... magazine!"
For the first time Miranda Priestly felt threatened, and when she found this editor whoever they may be, they were going to be in for a large suprise. Little did she know, so was she.