The clicking of her dell's keyboard keys was the only sound that filled the room. She had a deadline for her article and she was not about to miss it. Her chocolate hues averted to the bottom right of the screen.

11:30

Andrea sighed a breath of relief; She was nearly done, and she even had thirty minutes to spare. She began typing once more when she felt a weird shift in the room. All the hairs on her body stood up as a chill ran through her body.

"Andréa," A hot whisper in her ear sent a different kind of chills through her body. The writer shut her eyes and smiled. Recognizing the famous Chanel scent.

"Miranda?" Andrea's eyes shot open and she looked around the room, but no one was to be found.

"I'm dead, Andréa." Andy jumped as Miranda's voice boomed through the small studio apartment.

"Fuck!" the brunette turned to see the editor. "Y-You are tr-transparent." She stuttered.

"Oh you don't say?" Miranda rolled her eyes. "I'm dead." She dead panned.

"Oh-Oh Miranda.." Andrea stepped closer to the older woman. Tears began to well up in her eyes. "I-I didn't kn-know what to do after.. after the incident."

Miranda chuckled. "Incident." She Shakes her head. "I was shot Andréa. Right at my desk.. My thrown. Thirty plus years of growth tarnished by yet another disastrous headline: "Miranda; A Fashion Icon, shot dead at her office in the Elisa Clark building." The white haired woman reached out her transparent hand and wiped away Andrea's tears. "Shhh.. Darling."

The brunette shut her eyes, and reveled in the strange warmth that permitted from her palm. "I've missed you." Andrea grabbed the woman's hand. That felt surprisingly solid. Intertwining their fingers she opened her eyes to see Miranda directly in front of her.

"My girls..." The editor's eyes became glossy. "I-I can't g-go and see my gir-girls. I-" Before the older woman could finish Andrea wrapped her arms tightly around her.

"Shhh." The brunette whispered in her ears softly as she rubbed her back.

"He on-only allowed me-me to see y-you."
Andrea pulled away from the woman, but still rubbed her back, trying to comforting her.

"Who?"

"The Devil," The older woman rolled her red rimmed eyes. "Who else?"

Andrea blinked her eyes, "Y-You wen-went to hell?"

Tbc...