usual disclaimers apply
only a small chapter sorry x
There was a deathly calm in the offices of Runway, Miranda priestly had been called into an unscheduled meeting with the Irv and his team at 10pm. The offices had immediately gone into emergency status. Emily had rushed around rescheduling as many appointments as she possibly could. Nigel had rearranged the photo shoot for 'Balenciaga' and had cancelled Miranda's date with the latest in a string of boy models.
Miranda had been single since her divorce from Stephen five years earlier, being seen out on the town with exceptionally beautiful men and some very rich New York bachelors. Miranda had tried her best to keep up appearances for the sake of her girls who now at the tender age of 15 where living in london at their exclusive and ridiculous expensive private school. Cassidy was a tomboy a champion polo player, captain of the soccer team and very involved with her study's and Caroline a complete polar opposite was a keen dancer, she was interested in art, music and boys. Her study's where lacking however her sense of style rivalled only that of her mother.
Miranda hated to be interrupted, her schedule was always full and any sudden change would cause a problem of epic proportions.
Once when Emily was still 2nd assistant Miranda had been rushed into hospital with a suspected peritonitis, she had been mid-way through a meeting with the buyers from Henri Bendel at the time and had insisted on continuing her meeting at the hospital much to the annoyance of her doctor.
At 11.45 a extremely pissed Miranda barged her way back into the office. Her coat and bag had been flung across the room at an unstoppable speed causing Monique the 7th 2nd assistance in 4 years to duck under her desk for cover.
"pick that up! ... Now!!" Miranda barked as she sauntered into her office a small hint of a smile showing on the corner of her mouth.
" Emily get in here now!"
before Emily had managed to reach Miranda's desk the orders had began darting across the glass table.
" I want a private jet set up by 3 "
" I need nigel here asap! I want a hot coffee, The art editor must be here no later than 12 and get that girl thing out of my office now!!! Thats all"
"Are you going on a trip?"
Emily stuttered half way between Miranda's office and her own desk.
Miranda gave her a look that could only be classed as lethal.
"THAT. IS. ALL. EMILY" She pronounced each word in her perfect english accent prolonging the end of her assistants name.
" Monique your fired!" Emily almost coughed the words out.
within 10 minutes Miranda was sat behind her office door deep in conversation with nigel, Emily had just paged mike paget the art editor advising him of his 5 minute deadline and the possibility of him being deceased if he chose not to attend. the jet was planned as was a driver and a car at Linate airport east of milan (Irv's p.a Hannah had been happy to fill in Emily's blanks on Miranda's latest jaunt.
Irv's nephew was getting married to a beautiful new York editorial assistant and he had decided that runway would be doing a whole issue dedicated to designer weddings especially this one. Miranda had been ordered to spend the next four weeks with the bride and her friends as they prepared for the big event.
Miranda Priestly hated orders, although runway was owned and funded by Ellis-clarke everyone knew that runway belonged to her. Miranda Priestly was runway, the sophisticated class the superb presentation and the amazing eye to detail where all Miranda's. Five years ago when Irv had tried to replace her with that snivelling wimp of a woman Jacqueline follet Miranda had sacrificed a friendship with Nigel in order to remain in control of her magazine. She had lost her best ever assistant Andrea Sachs because of her decision and had never forgiven Irv or that stupid woman for that. Nigel had remained at runway their relationship a little strained to say the least but he in time had forgiven her realising very quickly that he was an integral part of runway too.
Miranda sat in her car her head resting against the tinted glass. Andrea sachs had invaded her thoughts again and this time she was quite happy to allow her to remain there. The girl no longer worked for Miranda and apart from the bi-yearly press awards Miranda had barely seen her. Andrea was 26 years her junior, she was slightly shorter than Miranda but her legs were deliciously long, Her hair was once limp and mousy but now was full and bright . When she had first laid eye's on Andrea Miranda had seen rare beauty wrapped in designer replicas and class less materials. Now when ever she met those deep brown soulful eyes, she could see a bright vibrant beauty. Andrea no longer wore her clothes they instead wore her. Her thoughts wondered back to the last meeting, Andrea had arrived dressed in a black strapless Alexandra McQueen gown extenuating her bust and splitting up on side to show her beautifully bronzed, long legs. Her hair had been styled curling loosely giving it volume and she wore simple silver strappy stiletto's by kate kuba. Miranda had waked up to her wanting to let her know she has noticed the change but worried of the implications. She was aware of her growing attraction to the young news editor and allowing it to escalate would cause a media circus that she was quite sure she did not want.
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