Miranda impatiently tapped the end of her glasses against the glass desk. She sighed as she read the papers that Andrea had set in the centre of her desk.

'Divorce'

Great, another failed marriage to add to her lifetime achievements. Her life was slowly starting to turn into an episode of home and away.

The press would have a field day when it gets out. Miranda was surprised that they haven't already printed a million different stories over exadurating the fact that she was no longer wearing a wedding ring.

'Mr Priestly number two freed from the Ice Queen' ~ she could just imagine it. Last time one journalist even had the cheek to call her 'The devil in Prada' although to say she regretted it was an understatement, Miranda had made pretty sure of that.

That particular journalist would never see the inside of an office again.

Miranda eyes slowly edged up as her first assistant set a fresh cup of Starbucks on her desk.

"Your coffee Miranda" the young girl smiled.

"Tha..." Pushing her lips together, Miranda stopped herself before she had the full word out of her mouth. What was she doing? She was about to thank her assistant. Miranda priestly doesn't do pleasentarys unless it was to improve an outburst of sarcasm. Any expression of gratitude or emotion was a waste of time in Miranda's book. Dealing with personal matters at work was already messing with her head.

"Close the door Andrea"

Andrea stared at her boss. Miranda never spoke unless it was an order, demand or one of those days where she just liked to throw rhetorical questions around the office. And something else was different, she hadn't slept, the bags under her eyes was what had given it away.

Miranda could apply her makeup as often as she wanted but even a professional makeup artist was going to find it hard to hide the fact that Miranda was worn down. She could drink cups and cups of coffee but it wasn't going to be a great sleep replacement.

"An-dr-ea, by all means do move at a glancial pace, you know how that thrills me" Miranda sighed nawing at the end of her glasses.

"Yes, of course Miranda" Andrea stuttered, giving Emily a confused look as she closed the large glass doors.

Putting her hand out, Miranda signalled for Andrea to sit down. Andrea stared at the chair and then back at Miranda again, guessing that she better sit down when she saw Miranda giving her the usual eye roll for her slowness.

"I'm trusting you Andrea and I don't like to be let down" Miranda sighed signing her name in her loopy hand writing before shuffling the papers and shoving them into a large brown envelope.

"Miranda I always try my best and you know I wi..."

"Andrea Andrea" Miranda slid off her glasses setting them beside the sealed envelope as she rubbed her temples "you know how such de-tails disinterest me. I do not care for promises, promises can be broken. I make my decisions based on results and history. Your service has been of an acceptable standard and because of that I have decided to trust you"

By Miranda's standards being 'acceptable' was a compliment.

Signing the brown envelope, Miranda basically threw it at Andrea.

"Deliver it to the address on the envelope" she ordered.

"Ok, I'll have it left down to the mail department straight away" Andrea headed for the door to make a quick exit.

Pinching her nose, Miranda stopped her assistant before she had made it to the door "did you fall down and smack your little head off the pavement?"

"I...don't..." Andrea stuttered as she swirled around to face Miranda.

"Open the envelope" Miranda pushed her lips together as she clasped her hands together.

"But..." Andrea muttered.

"An-dr-ea" Miranda sang.

Andrea tried her best to open the envelope without leaving a crease. She blinked a few times making sure what she was reading was correct.

"Divorce...?" She stuttered.

"Yes Andrea. It's what happens when a women gets irritated by the mere mention of her husbands name" Miranda pushed her lips together, swirling the giant ruby that she had put on to replace her wedding ring.

Andrea wasn't even surprised about Miranda's cold views of marriage.

"Is there anything I can do?" Andrea sighed as she slid the papers back into the envelope.

"Your job" Miranda gave her a glare.

A glare for having the bravery to care, typical Miranda.

"And Andrea?"

"Yes"

"Don't be rushing your tiny little self around in last seasons Jimmy choos trying to get those papers there as soon as possible. My husband was always late, why change a habit of a lifetime" Miranda smirked.

Pushing the glass doors open, Andrea turned around upon hearing Miranda's last sentence. Had Miranda just joked? And smirked?

Andrea smiled as the older women tried to suppress her laughter. Trying not to laugh herself, Andrea turned her head to the side when Miranda spotted that she hadn't left yet.

"That's all"

And with an utter of her signature phrase, Miranda priestly was back to her cold self.

"Hello?" Andrea twisted her fingers around the small black wire attached to the phone.

"Connect me to Miranda"

"I'm sorry but as Miranda's assistant it's my job to take all her calls" Andrea explained, getting her black notebook out ready to take a short message "she's a very busy woman"

"Bollocks" the woman chuckled in her sharp English accent.

"Excuse me?" Andrea dropped the book and looked up at Emily in the desk across from her. This women obviously didn't know Miranda well or she would have the sense to keep her mouth shut. Giving Emily a shrug of her shoulders, Andrea sighed hearing the the woman tell someone beside her that Miranda was 'busy' in a thick and overly sarcastic English accent.

'Give the phone to me' Andrea rolled her eyes as she heard a muffled tone in the background before being greeted by a rather posh sounding woman who spoke in a more familiar American accent.

"And may I ask who I am speaking to?" Andrea sighed after a short silence, nawing on the end of a company pen.

"That is none of your concern. Connect me to Miranda, I need to speak to her" Tanya told Andrea, tapping her long finger nails off a light wooden table as she rolled her eyes at Rosie.

"Well I'm sorry. As I told your friend, Miranda is a very busy woman" Andrea glanced over at Emily who was sat at the opposite desk listening in on the line.

A long sarcastic bust of laughter echoed through the phone before Tanya could console herself enough to talk again "what is she supposedly busy doing? Drinking Starbucks, barking orders or doing both?" Tanya chuckled down the phone, throwing Rosie a short smirk while she was at it.

"Look...I don't know who you are but all I can do is record your name and a short message and stick it onto the bulletin" Andrea sighed down the phone.

"Do you think I came down with the last shower?" Tanya chuckled down the phone. Something about this woman reminded Andrea of Miranda, she didn't know if it was the rhetorical questions or the fact that Andrea didn't even have to be in the Same room as her to know that she was rolling her eyes as they spoke.