Andy stood there feeling stupid. Those same words reverberating off the walls of her mind: "I see a great deal of myself in you" and "Don't be ridiculous, Andrea". She wanted to run away but didn't have the nerve. Her life of living with her parents and not doing anything flashed before her eyes and she decided not to double cross Miranda. Thinking of the devil, the older woman climbed the stairs and turned around to say something to Andy, but she wasn't there. She looked around for her and saw her glued to the spot near the car. She jerked her head sideways, motioning for Andy to follow her. Miranda continued on in and as soon as she was out of Andy's line of vision, the young woman's phone began ringing. Andy glanced at the screen and saw her boss was more impatient than she lets others see.
"What?" Andy tried to bite back the venom in her voice. She may not be able to leave her, but she sure as hell can carry a grudge.
"I'll meet you in your suite." Miranda hung up, leaving Andy with one single question: "What the hell does she want?" Boy, she was pissed at Miranda, and there was nothing that the older woman could do to make it better… that she knew of. When she got into her suite, she immediately picked up a little bit then undressed. If Miranda was going to be in her suite she sure as hell isn't going to be looking at a mess. Andy was comfortable in her new, black, long sleeved, cotton top and grey yoga pants. She was about to sit down when a sharp knock came to her door. Andy grunted out of frustration, stomped her feet on her way to the door, and swung the door open with an arched eyebrow. All her anger melted away when she saw Miranda. The silver-haired woman was dressed in black, straight legged Armani pants, a grey Dior sweater, with pearls, and simple, black, leather Prada pumps. When Andy's gaze finally fell on Miranda's face, the older woman sucked in her cheeks then pursed her lips. "Are you going to let me in, or are you going to make me stand here while you ogle me?" Without realizing it, Andy's mouth had been hanging open; she shut it quickly, with a click of her teeth. Feeling the heat and blush rise to her cheeks, Andy turned her gaze to the floor to hide her face. The younger woman stepped aside and allowed Miranda in. Making herself comfortable, Miranda slipped out of her pumps and sat on the couch, tucking her legs to the side. "Now… Would you like to tell me why you are so pissed at me?" Andy stood in the middle of the doorway until Miranda pointed to the spot on the couch next to her.
"Oh, I dunno, Miranda." Andy made her way over to the older woman and threw herself on the couch. "I dunno why anyone would be mad at you, you're such an angel." Andy rolled her eyes at how gutsy she was being; she'd be lucky if Miranda decided not to cut out her tongue. To her surprise, Miranda chuckled.
"Ok, I get it. The Nigel situation." Andy looked at her with pure agitation. "I don't explain myself to anyone, Andrea. So, I'm only going to say this once." Andy's eyes widened slightly. "Nigel is a gifted man. There really are no limitations on what he can do. There will be plenty of opportunities that will present themselves to him, and it will take a little bit of time for me to work on them though. Give me time, Andrea." Still in shock, Andy rearranged herself on the couch to face Miranda. "Another thing I don't do very often is admit I'm wrong." Andy was finding it hard to keep her eyelids from sticking to her eyebrows. "I did somewhat… force you into coming to Paris with me. I think you are the only one who can keep up with me. So excuse me for wanting to have things run smoothly. I'm…I didn't mean to force you into doing something you didn't want to do. Ask for Emily, she's a quick learner; she'll be bumped up." Andy opened her mouth then closed it again just to open it again.
"Why are you telling me all this?" Miranda smiled sadly and looked down and her joined hands that were sitting on her lap.
"I can trust you; you didn't leave me." Andy's eyes widened and she stared at Miranda in disbelief.
"That was a test? You wanted to make sure I was loyal? Haven't I proved that by trying to tell you Irv wanted to replace you?" Miranda uncurled her legs and slipped on her pumps.
"I didn't say what it was for, dear Andrea." Miranda stood and smoothed down her blouse. "Have a good night, Andrea." Andy stood up and walked Miranda to the door, which surprised the older woman. "Such a gentlem-woman." Andy opened the door and bowed jokingly, getting a chuckle out of Miranda. When the door was closed and Miranda was gone, Andy rested against the wall thinking that she had no idea what Miranda had in mind.