Miranda hadn't been the same since she'd left.

Looking at her cold coffee sourly.

Thinking of her, meant thinking of Paris.

Of what she did to Nigel last month. Taking away his dream job. She would pay him back someday. Just not today.

Her new Emily was a disaster. Miranda glanced at her new second assistant. In every way not like her. Nobody was like Andrea.

Andrea happily saving the world at that paper.

She was odd to say the least, had no fashion sense or style. Emily the first was edgy in McQueen and Westwood but this new Emily was strange.

Very peculiar.

Had no clue how to work a computer or a switchboard. Her incompetence and stupidity at her diary, made her late for two appointments and one meeting with Irv this afternoon.

Miranda swore she smirked mischievously at her when all of her messages had simply vanished.

Stephen wanted to try separation but still live together, he was back this week from a work trip and hadn't moved out yet, both of them were avoiding each other in her home, which meant staying at work later, Roy would be waiting for her again tonight at midnight, her ex wanted the twins for a month as if she was an unfit mother.

Miranda had to relent to James because she wouldn't have them for Christmas if she didn't. Now this, lukewarm coffee brought to her, her day and now evening in her office was just going perfectly wrong.

Dialling HR herself. Left a message to Helen. These last five choices were terrible. This one especially.

''Emily.''

The new girl got up. She'd been observing Miranda Priestly for a day now. Nothing about her proved she didn't have this coming to her. If only cursing humans who were so blind, it wasn't so much fun to her. The Dragon of Runway had a curse coming like no one else.

That high strung redhead told her all about Miranda's rules and the fetching hot coffee. Smiling bemused, she'd made each steaming cup cold as soon as Miranda drank it.

Etheny enjoyed that immensely, entering Miranda's sleek office.

Miranda cold blue eyes swept over her.

''Your fired. That's all.'' Turning back to her work.

Etheny still stood there, looking at the white haired Editor.

''I said to leave.'' Miranda had a feeling she may have to call security to escort her from her office. Her hand on her phone.

It was late tonight. Miranda was waiting for the Book herself.

''Miranda I'll only ask this once, reconsider your words. I may be a little lenient to what I have to do to you.''

Do to her? Miranda turned back to her, staring at her hard. Nobody spoke to her like that ever. Fingering her necklace in irritation.

Snarling out. ''Excuse me.''

''Your very blind and bitter, Miranda Priestly. I think it's time to learn a lesson. If you can still see with your heart that is. Perhaps you do or perhaps you don't.''

The girl approached, Miranda who was still seated and didn't see her fingers sparkle.

''You have a month and only a month to find someone to love you, truly love you Miranda or stay like this forever.''

Her soft voice echoed around Miranda's office.

''Like what.'' Miranda demanded. Certain her now newly fired assistant had acid or something to hurt her with.

If she struck her, she would have a lawsuit. Miranda's covered her face with her hand. Stephen drunk had hit her once.

Curling a smile that twisted nastily. ''Like this.''

The spark struck her between her eyes.

Miranda's blue eyes blinked open slowly. Something was wrong, very wrong. Felt really strange all over. She felt not like herself.

Extracting and untangling herself from a pile of clothes, moving her head up and out from a black and red silk blouse and woven jacket, a black skirt made only for her lay in a messy heap on her leather chair.

Saw her bra and panties and her red and black Louboutin heels. Why was she naked?

What had that fired assistant done to her?

She was gone.

Exhaling out with relief, Miranda could see she was in her office, her desk was still in front of her, she loved her glass desk and everything was on it, papers and her glasses still placed down on her papers, glancing across it, she saw the framed photo of the twins with her now large blue eyes. Her Bobbseys. Purring at them in the frame.

So she wasn't drugged, just naked.

''What the hell are you doing in here?''

Miranda balked. Matthew who brought the Book to her for the last month, would never work in fashion or publishing again, speaking to her like that. Also seeing her naked and acting so nonchalant about it.

Picked up by the scruff of her neck. Miranda hissed at him to. ''Unhand me.''

Didn't seem to hear her.

Matthew used Miranda's phone. ''Hi I got something in Miranda's office. Come quick.''

Sal in Security stared at it. It stared back at him frostily. ''I guess I can make a call to animal shelter or something.''

Miranda rolled her eyes at him.

Did he just call her an animal? She was Miranda Priestly, she could have him out of a job in two seconds. Taking in his name tag. Sal.

Sal tomorrow morning would be out of work.

What was wrong with everyone? Why didn't either hear her threatening them?

This was how security in Elias Clarke building was run. Chaos. A security slob moran with a beer belly trying to pick her up into his grubby arms as she broke free. She wasn't wearing any clothes.

Rushing back to her desk.

''Maybe get a can of tuna or some milk for her, to coax her with it. I think it's a her.''

Miranda gaped, she was many things frigid, a bitch but definitely a female. How dare he imply. Couldn't he see?

Tuna. Miranda despised seafood.

''My wife's got one, just like her. Their real finicky.'' Sal explained to Matthew, who brought back almond milk from the kitchenette fridge labelled Emily on it, peered at her again. ''Do you think leftover salmon would work.''

''Sure. How did you get all the way up here to Runway?'' Sal asked her.

''By elevator. Idiot.'' Miranda answered him snappily.

Placed in front of her. A dish of almond milk. A takeaway carton of salmon. ''Come on fluffy. Miranda will have our balls if she saw you in her office.''

''Even if you looks like a purebred feline.'' Sal complimented the cat, studying her intently as she made no motion to approach the milk or salmon, his meaty palm stroked her peeking out head. Miranda felt like scratching his eyes out.

Wait he called her a cat. Miranda's eyes widened on her feline reflection in the glass.