Thank You Irv Ravitz 2/?
Tittle: Thank You Irv Ravitz - 2/?
Author: worst_liar_ever
Fandom: Devil Wears Prada
Pairing: Miranda/Andy - Eventually
Raiting: PG - for now
Spoilers: 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: I was going to make you wait longer for this, but it was written and just sitting there. Damn, i gave in! I also was too weak to give you the initial tragically short chapter, so you get what would have been two. The next one will most likely be short though.
A/NNN: Thanks again to calliopedawn for being my beta! Reassurance is priceless.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Andy’s mind was flying as she rode the subway back to The Mirror. She was staring at her phone going through her contact list. Of course she still had all of the contacts she had from Runway. Who would throw away a valuable resource like that? It felt strange; she knew she had to let Miranda know. That was a given. Perhaps if she had even pondered it she would have thought it strange that she was so invested in Miranda even after eight months apart.
What was she supposed to do, ring Miranda? Yeah right that would be a great conversation. ‘Hi Miranda, remember me? Yeah well I overheard this thing today.’ She could practically hear the smoke coming out of her former boss’s ears.
No she had to find a way to let her know without letting her know that it was coming from her. This was the first time since she threw her phone into the fountain in Paris that she really regretted it. It wasn’t like they would have been best friends or anything, but at least they may have been professionally cordial.
The whole Paris plot reminded her of something. Miranda knew in Paris about Irv’s attempts to de-throne her. Perhaps she knew now? Andy didn’t know if she could risk it, she needed to make sure. Who could she turn to?
Andy scrolled through her contact list carefully considering each entry. Once she was out of the subway she would dial one of them. She had to be sure.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The sun shone brightly on Andy’s face as she dashed out from the subway. She dialled the first number that she came across on her contact list.
“Miranda Priestley’s Office”
Thank God, Emily still worked there.
“Emily, don’t hang up!” Andy winced, she sounded pathetic.
“Andy? What are you doing calling here, are you insane?” Andy had to smile at that, she could just picture the flustered red head.
“Listen, I know this is weird. I just wanted to, um, check up.” Now what she was on the phone she knew it was a bad idea.
“I’m hanging up.”
“No! Wait! Look I just wanted to see how things were, you know. How is Miranda? Um, I mean, well, is Irv still trying to kick her out?” God this was going abysmally.
“Oh you know Miranda, she is just peachy. Knowing her as well as you do, you would also know that she spent all of last night chatting to me about her life and her relationship with Irv! You are high or something aren’t you, or is this a drunk dial or something?”
“A drunk dial? Emily, it’s 11:30!”
“Yes well, that’s what you reporters do right? Hobble around in atrocious shoes drunk out of your minds.” Despite the jab, Andy realised she really missed the woman.
“Ok this was a bad idea. Look forget about my calling.”
She waited for Emily to say something else cutting or just hang up. When she was met with silence she did something that could have been even more stupid than calling at all.
“Look do you want to go out for a drink or something? Catch up? You know it’s been ages, and I always liked you”
“Yes well, you were always frighteningly chipper. I suppose it wouldn’t kill me. But you will not consume carbs in my presence Andrea, do I make myself clear?”
Andy beamed, she really did miss Emily she reminded her of Runway.
“Oh come on, are you going to deny me some curly fries?”
“Fried carbs? I look forward to seeing you, you must be huge. Call me and set up a time.”
With that she hung up. Andy laughed; the hardened New Yorkers around her didn’t even take the time to glance in her direction. She loved messing with Emily, but she still had no clue how to help Miranda.
Thinking about this logically it was unlikely that Miranda would tell anyone if she knew about the plot. Her next port of call would have been Nigel. It would be more unlikely for Nigel to know than Emily. At least Emily would have been aware of what was going on in the office. Nigel would have not been privy to that nor would Miranda have told him.
She should get in contact with Nigel again, she missed him. Plus she wanted him to tell her that her bubble skirt and yellow Dior combination was gorgeous. She knew it was, she just wanted confirmation.
As she reached the doors of The Mirror she sighed. She would need to let Miranda know directly. How else was she going to do it? Send her an anonymous note? Yeah right, Miranda would be all over that. As the elevator doors shut, she felt trapped in the knowledge that she was going to do this.
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Andy stared at her computer trying to write up her article about Preston’s website. She knew what she wanted to write but she was too distracted to concentrate. All she could think about was Miranda. What if they are going to try and usurp her soon?
There was no way the she was going to get this article done when she was thinking about this. She bargained with herself, she would write the article up tonight and spend her time now working out what to do.
With that settled she brought up a new document to collate what she knew. She knew that the short stumpy man knew of a plot to oust Miranda. That stumpy man believed that it was his influence that would be the key to success.
Andy clasped her hands and stared at the ceiling in contemplation. It seems that she thought the answers lied heavenward.
“Oh Cindy!” She exclaimed. Andy had a tendency to talk to herself out loud when she felt like she was on to something. Peter, who had the cubicle beside her, chuckled. He knew not to interrupt her when she muttered at her screen.
Cindy was mentioned and so was the board. Andy reasoned that whatever the plan was has something to do with the board of Elias Clark. Andy didn’t know a lot about business but she knew that the board could choose a new Editor-In-Chief if so inclined.
The only other thing Andy knew of the board was that Irv was the chairman. She began a web search and was soon staring at Irv’s smarmy photo along with five others. There was Michael Stevens, Carly Jameson and Frederick Tozier. It was the last two board members that interested her though. Cindy Donovan was a board member. So this is who Preston was talking about. She must be in Miranda’s Camp. That would mean that the last board member Robert Helios must also be. According to the site he was soon to retire from the board.
Relief was apparent on Andy’s face as she realised that Robert Helios was not set to retire for another month. That gave her some leeway to work out how she was going to protect Miranda.
Maybe there was a way to do it without involving her at all? Andy was a successful reporter but she was not deluded enough to believe that she could influence the board of a billion dollar company. She could print an article, but it may be more embarrassing to Miranda than the actual plot.
No Andy needed to do something for Miranda without being overt.
Andy thumped back into her chair. She knew what the plan was, but it was not that easy. It’s not like they were going to announce on the Elias Clark site who the new board member was going to be. Most likely there would be a few candidates. One that Irv would favour and one that Miranda would. If the new member could change the ability to oust Miranda then whoever was being elected must change the balance against the editor.
Andy needed to know who the short stumpy man was. If she knew more about him maybe she could work out how he was influencing the new Board member. All she knew was that he was obviously part of the New York elite, he knew Preston and that he was a member of the men’s club. There was no way that the club would advertise its members so that would be a bust.
Maybe she could scroll through some of the images on Page Six? If he was an influential socialite he would have to be there.
After scrolling through pages and pages of images Andy came to a few conclusions. Firstly there were way too many social events in New York. Secondly some of these women needed to stop having face lifts. More importantly she decided that Preston James thought entirely too much of himself. There he was, in photo after photo. It seemed that there was not one event in which he would attend, that same self satisfied grin on his face.
Surely this could not be her only option. Well she could still try and slip Miranda a note, or show up at the town house. Yeah Right! Andy liked her head attached to her body. As much as she hated Preston he seemed like the lesser of two evils.
Thank god she still had his card. Her initial impulse was to scrunch it up and throw it as far from her as she could. Her Runway instincts prevailed; contacts could always come in handy.
This was going to be a bad plan, she could see it now. Preston was worse than Christian Thompson. At least Christian was charming. What was she going to do?
Chapter 3