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Thanks to MeteorOnAMoonlessNight for being my beta and Sara aka Nikki Black and Sukiethree for pre-reading!

A/N: So, this story is very loosely based off of one of my favorite movies, The Devil Wears Prada. I'll be posting every Friday. I hope you all enjoy it, and let me know what you think! Also, just for anyone who is wondering Soigné is pronounced like 'Swan-yay'. Also, if you haven't already joined, you can find the link for my Facebook group on my profile, or by searching for 'Stories By MissLiss15' on Facebook. I post updates, as well as teasers and the occasional outtake from my stories there!

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It felt as if there was never enough time in the day. My life was in constant motion, just as it had been for the past ten years. That was when I'd finally climbed the ladder to the top and achieved my goal: Fashion Editor.

Ever since I was young, I had been obsessed with fashion, be it men's or women's. It was an art form to me. I loved the fact that the smallest accessories, accent color, or the right shoe could take something dull and drab and bring it to life in seconds. It was my life's passion, or it had been up until about five years ago when my daughter was born. Now she was my life's passion. At least, she was supposed to be, if I could ever get more than a moment to spend with her. Instead, I was forced to show my love through extravagant purchases and trips to exotic locations for her and her nanny, in which I rarely had the chance to partake.

There really was no one else to blame but myself. I was told that I went through assistants like a dying man in a dessert would go through water. I was a perfectionist by nature, and my assistant needed to be as well, which was apparently a dying breed.

It was nearing ten o'clock at night, which meant that Katie would have been in bed for hours now, and that, yet again, I had missed another bedtime story, another cuddle, another everything. I glanced over at the small pile of resumes sitting on the edge of my desk. Tomorrow, come hell or high water, I would have a new assistant and I would be making it home at a decent hour on a much more regular basis. Everyone kept telling me that this time with Katie was just going to fly by, and they were right.

It was about six in the morning when I heard my bedroom door open and close softly and the sound of little feet covered in footie pajamas padded across my floor and climbed onto my bed.

"You're here! You're here!" Katie sang out as she bounced on my stomach repeatedly. "Will you do my hair, please? Tanya doesn't do the braids right." She pouted, and I smiled.

"There is nothing that I would love more than to do your hair, sweetpea," I told her truthfully.

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It was just after nine in the morning by the time I glanced at myself in the mirror. I'd gotten Katie's hair done quickly and sent her on her way to school with Tanya with promises of being home on time for stories, cuddles, and kisses before bed. I was hoping to surprise her and be in time for dinner. With one last glance to myself I grabbed my keys and headed out the door, ready to tackle the task of finding an assistant on top of the list of other things I had to get done before the next issue went to print.

I knew that everyone expected that I'd be in by eleven, and that my showing up an hour and a half early would have them scattering to get things done, but that was exactly why I did it. I liked to keep them guessing, to keep them on their toes. They never knew when I would just pop in; one didn't get to hold the position that I held without causing at least a little bit of fear in the people around me. Plus, I would be lying if I said that I didn't enjoy that type of power at least to a small degree.

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I'd just finished up with the fourth interview of the day, and she had been just like all of the rest. She loved fashion, and she had been reading Soigné since she was a little girl. She still was a little girl, for fuck's sake, and the fact that she couldn't pronounce the magazine's name correctly… that was one of many interviews that ended abruptly that day. I wasn't sure that I had it in me to go another round, especially with it edging so close to dinner time.

Just as I was getting ready to call down to the main lobby and tell them to let any new interviewees know that they would be rescheduled for another day, she appeared in my doorway, almost as if it were magic. Except I knew better; she wouldn't have been so poorly dressed if she were magical.

The cerulean blue sweater she had on complimented her skin and hair amazingly, but it looked as if she had worn it to death and it was begging for her to bury it. Her slacks were all wrong for her body type; they were loose where they should be snug, and didn't suit her small frame. There wasn't a stitch of makeup on her face, but in all honesty, that she didn't need. Her hair was a dark mahogany, which was beautiful, but sadly, it just sat there lifelessly. But then there were her eyes. They were a deep chocolate brown, and almost impossible to look away from.

I knew that I was staring at her, slowly tearing apart her entire outfit, but that was my life; to critique. And there was just so much to critique. I knew that with just a small amount of help I could take this woman from beautiful—which she truly was, aside from her clothing—to stunning.

Finally she broke the silence. "I, uh, I was sent here by Human Resources to interview as the assistant to—"

"Right, let's just get on with it, then," I said sharply and gestured for her to sit as I took my seat and sighed.

"Oh, uh, well my name is Isabella, but I prefer Bella. I've recently graduated from Columbia with a degree in journalism, and—"

"Have you ever read an issue of Soigné?" I asked, cutting her off. I was met with silence. "Had you ever even heard of it before you got called for this interview?"

There was a quick shake of her head. I had figured as much. "And you had no clue who I was either, did you?" Another quick shake. "Right. Well, I think that tells me everything I need to know, then, doesn't it?"

She looked utterly defeated, and there was something that twisted inside my chest as she stood to leave. Once she was out the door, I went back to packing up for the night. I still had just enough time to have dinner with Katie.

"You know what?" I startled at the sound of her voice. "Maybe I never have read Soigné, and maybe I had no clue who you were. But, I'm a fast learner and a hard worker, and I doubt that you will ever find anyone who will be a better an assistant than I would. I don't mind long hours, I multitask well—"

I stood there just staring at her, my jaw hanging opening. No one ever spoke to me that way, at least not since Andy.

I narrowed my eyes at her. "I'm taking a huge risk here. You start Monday. I expect coffee, extra hot, on my desk every morning. My calls are to never go to voicemail, and your personal life is basically going to cease to exist from here on out. Oh, and I expect you well dressed, every day. More will be explained on Monday. Goodnight, Isabella," I said, brushing past her on my way out the door.

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I had made it home just in time for dinner. I'd never heard squealing so loud as I did when Katie saw me. We had plenty of time to play and to read stories, and I had the rare opportunity to put my daughter to bed. But once she was asleep, all my mind could focus on was Isabella and those deep brown eyes.

I had a feeling that I had either made the best or worst decision of my entire life the moment I hired her. Only time would tell.