Hi readers,
I decided to try something different... let's see what you guy's think about it. This is a short fic, will not have more than 3 or 4 chapters.
Enjoy.
Ps: I updated today my other fic "Second Chance", chapter 5.
RDana
Disclaimer:
I do not own DWP and its characters; they belong to Lauren Weisberger and 20th Century Fox. I only own some characters, some of them already had been created and others might be in the near future of this fanfic. This fic is for entertainment and fun and, I do not own any money with the fic...
WARNING: There may be content some violence– involving the twins- that can disturb some people, please tread carefully. I will not do graphic details at the first and second chapters...
1.
Andrea Sachs found a new job. It was not her dream job but it will be what will pay her bills. She did not need it but she will have it.
Andrea and Nate married years ago and she still thought about it. A long faded memory but still there...They knew each other since they were teenagers and well, the families, were both very rich, and they wanted all the money to stay together.
After three years of being married Andrea became pregnant but she had a miscarriage when she was six months. That night was still very vivid in her mind, she almost died. Nate became drunk and they had a fight and she fell down the stairs. Months later, they divorced and she to adapt to be a single woman, at age of 32.
The divorce made the two families broke all relation with Andrea. Nate's family believed she was not a good wife and her parents decided she was not a good daughter and wife and they decided to block all her access to her possible money, when they die. And is it that helped her years ago but now, even with that money, that she decided to spent in charity organizations to help victims of abuse, she wanted more.
So she decided to leave all this money quiet and forget about that. She consider it dirty money, with bad memories related. Now, a new opportunity, it is all she wants.
Luckily she still had contact with her long time friend Douglas, from NY. They met once, around seven years ago, when he went to Ohio to visit his ex-boyfriend and was lost at one of the streets. Andrea helped him and since then they kept in contact with each other.
Andrea didn't have friends apart of Doug that accept her the way she was. No judgment, no questions, and because of this, their friendship was perfect. Sometimes they go out during the night and in the morning Andrea stays at his apartment, where he had two rooms. But now, Doug started to date a new guy and Andy was feeling out of place.
Doug's apartment
"Hey Doug, what do you think about this job?"
Andrea had two jobs since arrived in NY, both temporary night jobs since she arrived on time to stores contracting to Christmas. Now, in February, both jobs gone and she was looking for something else.
Doug sat near Andrea and looked at the newspaper.
"Nanny in need to twins, eleven years old. Responsible and punctual. Interviews tomorrow. Call this number..."
Doug started to laugh and Andrea look to him, curious.
"What is so funny Doug? I can be a nanny."
"I do believe you can do anything that you want. We know that but you are not a morning person. So dear, how you going to deal with a nanny job?"
"I will discover more and we see what they offer, maybe I don't need to go all the time, maybe is only to look them when the parents go out..."
"Well, you can try, I am not going to say no."
Doug stood up from the sofa and gave a kiss on Andrea's forehead.
"Sleep well."
"Have fun at work."
As Dough left, Andrea moved to her room. It was almost 6:00 am and since his job was not near, he always left an hour before.
Andrea moved to the window and looked the view from there. She loves it, she will always love NY but at the same time, she misses her old life. Slowly she put the blinds down, so there was no light and only darkness remained. She let a hard breath out and sat on the bed.
Runway
3pm
Miranda was tired of the incompetence of her employees at the magazine and her life at home was not easy either. She just finished another marriage, another father figure gone because no one can tolerate her. No men ever had any success and it was only one woman, during her teen time in London.
"Emily"
As Emily, her first Assistant came in, her boss start to order things.
"Any success?"
"Miranda, I had have three voicemails and resumes with the possible nannies to Caroline and Cassidy."
Miranda nodded.
"The interviews will be tomorrow, at seven am."
"I want all the email received. That's all."
Miranda stayed busy all day until she decided to have a look at the emails around 8pm. It is no reason to wait until next day, her girls deserve the best and this cannot wait, the same way her magazine can't either.
At the beginning the idea came to only have one nanny to the girls, from when they came to school until later. She already found this one but she is leaving after one night Miranda found her at her bedroom, with the boyfriend. It was enough, she was supposed to be looking the girls and be sure they rest well and not having intercouse.
Now, two nannies are necessary. One will be during the night, arriving around 7 pm until the other one arrive around 6am, and stay only two hours, before the girls go to school. The day nanny will be necessary for only one month until Cara, their housekeeper and girls' nanny will be travelling abroad to see her relatives in Cuba.
After reading the resumes Miranda told Emily to call the women and leave a message.
"If you're interested in the job, be at the Starbucks, 750 7th Ave at 8:30pm. Ask for Miranda."
The day pass by with a lot of incompetence until at 8:10 sharp Miranda decided to leave. Alexandra, her Second Assistant, will be delivering the book when it was ready.
Starbucks
8:15 pm
Andrea is sitting in the coffee shop for almost twenty minutes now. On the phone call, from a woman named Emily telling her boss will be there and to ask for "Miranda". When she arrived she had done what was said but the person that she needed to talk was not there yet.
And then it happened. The atmosphere at the coffee shop changed. Everybody suddenly was nervous, even if they did try not show it. Andrea smiled and closed the newspaper she was reading only to have her body shaking for the new reality. A very well dress woman, that was powerful, from the way she walked and the way people almost bow to her.
Andrea stood up as the woman approached her table, one very well chosen in one of the corners, in a more private area.
"Miranda."
Miranda nodded and looked the woman in front of her. She was young, might be around 30's, but her clothes are a total disaster.
"Andrea Sachs. Nice to meet you."
Andrea waited to Miranda shaking hand to her but nothing came. Miranda sat there and at the same second a cup is front of her with her favourite coffee.
"You are looking for the position to be the nanny for my girls."
"Yes. I am. But as I said in my email I only can work during the night."
"Indeed. Explain in 2 minutes your experience with children."
Andrea looked surprise. She knew that the interview will be short, probably because this woman breathed business but 2 minutes is a bit to short. But she could do it, she could explain everything in less than 120 seconds, and then she was done.
At 8:24 pm Andrea is with a possible job. She will have a weekend experience with the twins and if everything goes right, she will their permanent nanny, working 7 days week apart the moment that the girls need to go to their father house.
Thursday night
Townhouse
Miranda came to the girls bedroom and explained to them about the possible new nanny.
"She is young."
"How young mom?"
"32, single, some experience with children, broken marriage and a miscarriage."
"Mom, 32 is not this young. Other temporary nannies when Cara needed to go to travel where around 20."
"I know Caroline and, Emily failed with all those. Let's give her a chance and please, behave."
The twins looked at each other and stayed quiet. Their mother knew them well and obviously they will try their best behaviour.
NY, Fifth Avenue
Andrea and Doug were walking for a while. He decided to help her with her clothes because he knew the name Miranda Priestly. It was not a surprise that Andrea didn't know her, the girl was not into fashion as he was.
"So, are you prepared for tomorrow?"
"Yeah, I believe so. It can't be this difficult to be a nanny of teenagers. They are not small children."
"Yes, but they are the children of the "Devil in Prada", "The Ice Queen""
"What do you mean Doug?"
And Doug started to do a literature explanation of whom Miranda Priestly was.
When the couple got back to the apartment, Andrea's mind was running nonstop. It was already hard for her to take time and relax but now, it was almost impossible.
As she took her new suitcase and some clothes, designer, according to Doug, to impress the fashion queen, she smiled. She would not change who she is but some fashion might be needed.
Andrea tried to see her face in the mirror and gave up. It was a long time ago since she had done it and she knows she can look good with the right makeup and lipstick but the truth is, she doesn't like to use too much. The minimum necessary it is all she needs and the night always help her with her skin.
Friday
Twins' school
9:30 am
Caroline and Cassidy were sent to school earlier because they needed to do some training in their basketball lessons. In a few days it will happen, a very important match and they want to be sure they will win.
Now, after almost two hours of training, they were tired. As they sit at the nearby brench, Caroline smiled.
"So Cass, everything done for tonight right?"
"Yes and I don't think mom will be too mad about it."
"Yes. We usually do our welcome to the new Assistants and well, why not to nannies? Do you remember Emily's last one?"
At that the girls started to giggle. It was a good moment.
Runway
6:45 pm
Miranda was preparing to go home when a problem came in. A disaster with the shoot photos from the day that she only became aware of a half hour before her departure. Frustrated and tired, she decided to call the woman that will be tonight at her house.
At the second ring, a voicemail message.
"Hi, here is Andy. I cannot take your call at the moment but please, leave a message and I will call you back as soon as possible."
Miranda pursed her lips. This new possible nanny needed to be at the townhouse in one hour.
Andrea Sachs' job will start every night from 8 pm to 5 am. Miranda doesn't want the woman there when she woke up. This was her time with the twins, early morning, everyday, they prepare their breakfast and the family eating together.
Andrea needed to cover the time before she woke up, that is everyday at 5:30 am. The start need to be at 8 pm since many times she need to go to events and not came back home before 10:30 pm and sometimes midnight.
Miranda didn't want the twins sleeping alone and did not want to ask Cara to stay late at night, because of her. With this agreement, Miranda would have someone watching her precious daughters and Cara will be still doing the best of her work as a housekeeper.
Townhouse
7:59 pm
Caroline and Cassidy were waiting quietly. The woman would be arriving in any second and she was already late, to their mother punctuality standards.
"So Caro, how do you think she is?"
"What do you mean Cass?"
"You think we will like her?"
"We are not children, we are too old for anymore to have nannies. Mom needs to realize it. We are okay to sleep alone at home."
Before Cassidy can say anything else, the ring of the bell made them had a little jump. They asked who was there and opened the door and surprised at the three faces.
Andrea smile is huge, almost bright. These girls, they are something special, she can see it. Cassidy was smiling and forgetting her idea of warm this woman. Caroline was wondering what was wrong with her.
For the first three hours no pranks were done. Cassidy basic cancelled all of them, spoiling that.
Around 11 pm the book was delivered but Andrea didn't approach the woman. She saw her, when she was hiding on the stairs, trying to understand the routine of this wealthy family.
At midnight Miranda arrived at the townhouse and was surprised to see the disappointment on Caroline's face, the excitement at Cassidy and the genuine smile of Andrea.
"Bobbseys, what you doing still awake?"
The tone of her voice was calm and serene for her daughters but Andrea could feel the anger about her.
"Miranda, good night. The girls decided to wait for you since it was the weekend. They said it was a common pardon."
"Well, it is indeed. Good night darlings."
As Miranda kiss her daughters, they run upstairs. Andrea looking it carefully.
"I am going to put my daughters to bed. You can do whatever you want. We talk tomorrow morning because I am tired and I do still need to review the Book."
"Yes Miranda."
Miranda Priestly started to go to the kitchen to prepare her night tea, something that helped her to relax during the night with the book. Andrea looked at it and went upstairs too. She would be at the end of the corridor of the second floor, where the twins room was.
As she arrived at her room, she smiled. This woman was something, definitely she can feel it and this feeling are very welcome and intriguing. It has been a long time since Andrea felt that way that she almost forgot. She is attracted to this woman, this person that for some reason, can be all of what Doug said but will be more to her. In some way, Miranda Priestly might be Andy Sachs salvation. It will not be easy but might be possible, if the feelings became reciprocal. And if this happen, she will have the family she is looking for.
As Andrea changed her clothes to something more comfortable to use, not that she will sleep anyway, but she doesn't want to use fashion clothes when she is walking around the townhouse and the other occupants are sleeping, she changed for a moleton pants and a top.
Before she sit at her desk, to read a book, she smiles the mirror. No reflect on it, again but she can feel her fangs. She could control it, as anything else, the only exception when her libido is high. And it looks like living around a very gorgeous and mature woman will make this hard.