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Is there anything else I can do Miranda?”
Miranda slowly looks at her, the coldness completely forming in her face
“Your job”
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After Paris fashion week ended, something between Andy and Miranda had shifted after the conversation in the hotel room. Sure the older woman still made Andy miserable with tasks that were almost impossible to do. But when it was just the two of them, alone. The tension between the two of them was palpable.
Andy could never resist Miranda, She was willing to do anything just to get Mirandas approval. Even a slight nod, and a hint of mirth. Andy would be up for days thinking about it.
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Andy was still in the office, waiting for the book as usual. Her phone then rang, her boyfriends name had flashed on the screen, she clicked to answer the call.
“Hey, babe”
Nate’s voice was heard through the speaker. Andy grimaced when she heard him, she didn’t know when have she started to dislike Nates voice. Maybe she was just more used to hearing a voice that was smooth, and has richness and depth—like Miranda.
“Babe, hello are you there?”
Andy snapped out of it, then replied to Nate “Y-yeah, sorry I was doing something.” Andy could hear Nate snicker
Nate then spoke again
“What time are you heading out there?”
Andy looked at the clock in the office to see that it was already 10:23PM “I think I’m going home late, I still have some work to do but I think I’ll be home by 11:40?” Andy stated, she heard the deep sigh that Nate let out.
“Are you sure you can’t just go home now?”
Nate suggested. Andy rolled her eyes out of annoyance. Andy answered. “I have to go now, don’t wait up for me.”
A guy was now in the office and exclaimed “Book’s here!” Andy immediately stood up from her chair and grabbed it.
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When Andy went inside the townhouse, it was eerily quiet. Too quiet. The two redheads is either pulling a prank or asleep. Those were the only two choices, Andy thought. She now placed the dry cleaning to its place, and the book at the table nearby. Andy now suddenly felt like someone was watching her, she looked up to see Miranda at the top of the stair holding a glass of whiskey or rum? Staring right back at her. “Andréa.” Hearing her name from Miranda startled Andy. “Yes, Miranda?” Andy replied, Miranda tilted her head to the side, observing Andy.
“Come bring the book to me, you know where my office is right?” Miranda stated, then left Andy downstairs expecting her to follow her order.
Andys eyes then widened, and immediately grabbed the book—following Miranda like puppy.
When Andy has finally catch up, Miranda was now sitting in her chair. Andy noticed that she was drunk, because of her cheeks slightly flushed, and the multiple bottles of wine and whiskey, clearly Miranda had too much to drink.
Andy came inside the office, and gently placed the book in her table “Do I go know?” Andy muttered, Miranda then pouted.
Adorable
What the fuck was happening.
“Sit” Miranda ordered, and like the good assistant Andy was. She sat in loveseat, close but not too close to Miranda.
Miranda stood up from hair chair, and poured Andy a glass of whiskey. And slid it across the table. “Drink” Andy looked at glass then Miranda if she was joking, but no she wasn’t, she was in fact waiting for her to drink it.
And that was the last thing Andy had remembered when after she woke up, she looked to her staggered to see Miranda by her side, in Miranda’s bed, in Miranda’s house. Andy knew that if Miranda was her she’d be dead before leaving the bed. So she tried to carefully, and quietly leave the bed.
“Andréa?”
Shit
Andy slowly turned to face Miranda, Oh boy she wished she was ready. The sun shining behind Miranda was making her glow even more, her smooth pale skin, looked like it had been kissed by the sun, her hair was in shambles and was framing her deep blue eyes making her look so gorgeous, like a siren that was about to seduce and drown her. Andy was love struck.
Miranda rolled her eyes and snapped her fingers In Andys face, “Andréa! Could you quit gawking and tell me what happened last night.”
Andy sat down, and said “All I remember is you inviting me in your office, offering me a drink then that’s it.”
Andy then felt a sting in her back causing her to hiss “Fuck” Andy whispered, Miranda then raised one of her eyebrows and asked “What?”
Andy grinned and giggled “You certainly left a mark.” turning around for Miranda to see. Behind Andy, Miranda was quite shocked with how many scratches she had left “You should stay away with anything backless for awhile.” Miranda stated, Miranda heard Andrea giggle
again.
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After that incident, Miranda started using nonsense excuses to get Andy alone, with her.
At first they promised that it would be the last, Miranda remember how good it felt when she were sober, the sounds that Andrea made sounded like heaven. Her body would just fall apart even with just the slightest touch of Andy.
Miranda would
always
call Andréa after her fights with Stephen.
Then it was just more than sex. They would go out, as the cover of assistant and boss of course. Andy started to become close with the twins. Miranda started to felt something for Andy. she didn’t want to feel something for Andréa, this was reckless, and if they weren’t careful about it, someone will find out, and their reputation will be ruined. The risk wasn’t worth it, Miranda thought.
When finally realizing the consequences, and what it could do to Runaway
, Miranda started to push Andy away.
Miranda would sent Andy to run errands most of the time, just so she wouldn’t see her in the office.
Miranda, is sitting in her office when she decided “Emily.” She exclaimed. Emily shortly went inside her office. Without looking up, Miranda stated “Starting from tonight, you will be the delivering the book.” Emily just said “Yes, Miranda” And didn’t ask any questions.
Miranda stopped calling, and texting Andy ever since. It was sad to dissapoint the twins, whenever Miranda would say no to Andrea coming over.
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Then one evening as Miranda was coming home from a tiring event. She heard a voice behind her.
“Miranda, can we talk? Please” The pleading in Andys voice was noticeble. Miranda didn’t reply to her, too tired to deal with something she no longer want to remember.
As Miranda opened the door, she immedietly rushed inside, Andy trailing behind her. “Miranda, stop running away!” Miranda stopped dead in her tracks she scoffed at what Andy said. She slowly turned her body infront Andy “We don’t have to talk” Miranda stated.
Andy gave a startled look “I need to know—What are we, Miranda? Cause this, us. We’ve been doing this for months and I want to know what you really feel.” Miranda rolled her eyes, her glare piercing through Andy. Miranda snapped “We’re not together, Andréa. We’re nothing, we aren’t anything. Nothing will happen between us and that’s it, so stop acting petulant.” Andy stood still, she then lowered her head down, and both her hands in her side started quivering. Her vision was starting to become blurry, tears forming in her eyes.
Andy really tried to be the chill girl but honestly she wasn’t.
Andy felt like an idiot, she felt her chest tightening as if the air inside her has just disappeared. Tears kept falling down her face, she couldn’t breathe properly. Miranda just stood there in front of Andy, looking at her emotionless, some kind of charity work that she didn’t care. For a second, Andy didn’t look up, she let the tears fall down on the waxed wooden floor.
So this was it, this was her lowest point in life.
Andy finally looked up, and stated “So all the things that we did, those meant nothing to you? Cause to me that was my everything. All of those late night calls, the ‘secret’ meetings where we both would just devour each other, accidental touches, lingering eye contacts, the times we opened to each other, and the movie night with the twins. All of that was just casual? Me doing my job?” Andy asked the obvious, It was dumb love, Andy loved being stupid of course, willing to do anything for the woman she loves just to get crumbs of her attention. Such a funny way to feel loved.
Miranda didn’t show even a slight hint of empathy. “Do not use the twins into guilt tripping me, Andréa” Miranda looked daggers at Andy. Miranda then stepped closer to Andy, her right arm raising and basically pointed hard to Andys chest using her ring finger, the diamond ring in her ring finger was shimmering under the light. Andy felt as if the ring was mocking her— Miranda still married, she was the other woman.
Miranda then stated “This, the affair between us. Never happened—understood?” Miranda scowled at Andy, then lowered her arm, shooing Andy away like she was some pest.
They didn’t spoke for a minute, yet it felt like an hour to Andy, it was so silent yet so loud at the same time. She could hear her heartbeat and the way she was breathing.
“Leave now, before the twins,and Stephen see you.” Miranda mumbled, then turning away, headed upstairs.
Andy left the townhouse without a sound.
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Andy back in her empty, lonely apartment. She didn’t know what to do. So she just sat in her sofa and stared at the empty space in her wall. Was I not worth the risk? Of course I’m not, she was Miranda Priestly and I’m just her assistant, basically a no one. I hate that I let it dragged on for so long, I should’ve said no.
All of her thoughts came pouring in like rain. She couldn’t stop thinking, she wanted to stop feeling anything right now, she was tired, burnt out even. Her eyes was slowly giving up so she let them fluttered close.
Andy woke up, her head was pounding. The light was blinding her, she grabbed her phone at the table to look at the time 4:38 AM
Andy let her head fall back on the soft cushion, she stared at the ceiling wondering where it went wrong. Oh right it went wrong when she started to have enamored feelings for her strict, mean, horrible, impossible to please, gorgeous, brilliant, clever, and fuck she had to stop.
She then sat right up deciding that she needs a drink to stop thinking of Miranda, if that was possible. As she stood up, her head throbbed. She walked to her kitchen fridge to see, a
variety of alcohol
She then grabbed a whole bottle of Vodka. She tilted her head to the side to see where was the bottle opener. Andy finally located the opener, and stretched her hand to grabbed it. After opening the bottle, Andy didn’t bother to get a glass, she was too drained. So she drank it directly from the bottle.
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When Andy woke up and she was surprisingly in her bed. She looked to her side to see her phone beside her. As Andy checked it, there was 6 missed calls, and 5 voicemail from Emily.Andy has already decided that she was done with Runway. Cause she knew damn well that she couldn’t handle seeing Miranda everyday after what happened. She checked the time and it was already.
8:14AM
Andy opened her phone to listen to Emily’s panicked voice.
‘Where the bloody hell are you!? Miranda needs her coffee, answer my call.’
‘Andy! Seriously where are you? Miranda already has bad temper’
‘Andrea Sachs, I swear to god, if you don’t come to work I am goi- Yes, Miranda?’
‘Sachs, Miranda is asking where are you. Answer my calls.’
As Andy clicked the last voicemail she heard Miranda’s voice. Smooth and calm, soothing Andys nerves. Andy have always love hearing her voice, it was like music that she was willing to hear all day.
‘Andréa, this is Miranda. Where are you?’
Mirandas voice had a hint of worriness, Andy didn’t know if she was hearing things but she knew she wasn’t crazy. Did Miranda really care about her?
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The end. ;)