Disgustingly Sweet

I OWN NOTHING BUT THE IDEA OF THIS STORY. I AM NOT WRITING THIS FOR PROFIT.

A/N: This is my first story ever and I hope that you find the plot and my writing style interesting. I don't have a beta but I try to avoid major errors. Thanks

Chapter 1

The first time Miranda saw Andrea all she could think of was "disgusting!".

"Who is this... hop out of bed, throw on anything, leave my hair as is person think she is?" Miranda couldn't wrap her head around how this person even got into the Elias-Clarke building. To top it off she was having a good day until now. Her staff decided to show some competence yesterday and the book was on schedule. Today, they were going to do a walk-through of ideas for the upcoming photo shoot for next month's issue. Then this happened, she came into the office to find Emily with a new recruit. In her option this young woman must be in the wrong place... isn't she?

Then she hired her and all she thought is that it was to prove Andrea wrong. That not because you went to college and studied what you dreamed of, the world will crumble at your feet. The world and its industries are co-related and fashion among other industries is intertwined. So Miranda hired Andrea to teach her some reality. Maybe in two week when Andrea crumbles because she found out the world isn't made up of onion bagels and cerulean sweaters she would have learnt something from her experience at Runway. However, the little fat girl who rolled into Runway on the first day had surpassed Miranda's expectations.

Adaptation is an understatement of what happen a few months after Andrea was hired. She lost some weight, even though in Miranda's opinion curves looked good on the younger woman and it was her clothes that made her appear fat. Guessing Nigel's influence and the Runway environment must have inspired Andrea's appearance. Clothes from the closet were definitely put to use to change the girl's appeal.

Chapter 2

"Disgusting", Miranda muttered. When she realized that Andrea had become a dedicated and proactive assistant. The girl seems to leap over any challenge she was given, even Emily seemed to be warming up to her. Her glares didn't work on Andrea anymore and the young woman takes the liberty to smile when she thinks she has done something to please the older woman. Miranda's mind was constantly buzzing to the new appeal of Andrea's dress code. The change was so sudden that Miranda feels she didn't get time to adjust to the transition. 'One day Andrea was wearing baggy mismatched bargain rack clothes and the next day she was wearing Chanel booths!' Those same booths that only a couple weeks ago Miranda had a vision to feature in an exotic Photo shoot but changed her mind; ok slightly exotic in a Parisian seduction kind of way.

It's like her vision had come to life and on "Andrea". "Yes, Miranda. Do you need something", she look up to she Andrea enter her office with a notepad ready to take demands. Miranda was a little confused until she realized she must have said the silly girl's name out loud.

"Do I have to tell you everything? Get me my afternoon coffee." Swiping at her forelock and waving Andrea off. Andrea stalled for a bit taking in Miranda's duplicated request. Looking at the coffee cup on Miranda's desk that she brought in maybe half an hour ago. Miranda followed Andrea's line of sight and saw the still warm coffee on her desk. "Must you waste everyone's time, An-dre-ah? My children's comprehension is swift compared to yours", Miranda spat just wanting to get rid of Andrea. "That's All".

"...and back to the insults". Miranda distinctly heard Andrea mumbled as she left the office.

'What's happening here?' 'Andrea and her attractive new appeal will not get a rise out of me'. I've seen thousands of models even more attractive than Andrea. Thank goodness this must be a mid-life crisis trying to rev itself way at the moment.