Miranda had simply told Roy to drive her along Midtown while she pondered the events of this morning. The cheek. How dare Andrea come back and just lay off and kiss her.
Who did klutzy Sachs think she was? If Andrea thought she could get away with this?
Coming back into her life and kissing her at her place of work.
Former assistants just didn't do things like that to Miranda Priestly. Stop by and just lock lips with her the feared Editor of Runway who would eviscerate for far less and certainly not in any way did she, a soon to be divorcee powerful workaholic mother to eleven year old twins respond to a kiss from the mouth of a bold ex assistant who fled from her in Paris.
Andrea infuriated Miranda immensely. Just curious hmmm. Pursing her lips as Roy knew Miranda Priestly was in a do not hazardous to your job approach mode.
Emily had warned him earlier by text. Kept driving.
Through his mirror, Roy saw Miranda was in thought, looking out tinted glass of the town car.
Roy knew his blue eyed employer was having a stressed week.
Her week was just going along splendidly. Stephen's spineless complaints through his lawyers to her. How she was a horrible unemotionally available wife.
In no way did she lead him around on a leash like a Priestly lapdog. Miranda thought Stephen understood her and would compromise in their marriage.
She thought he loved her. Love. Pursing her lips bitterly. Love never worked out for her.
Maybe Stephen was right. She was devoid of a heart.
Angrily implied he was fed up with being called Mr. Priestly. Stephen also complained how she put her job above all else. Had no time for him. Was more married to her precious Runway.
His words to her through his lawyer to her lawyer still stung her and honestly hurt. Not that Miranda would ever admit it. Stephen was wrong, she was not a nightmare to be in a relationship with. Maliciously Stephen wished her well to being single, dried up and alone.
James thankfully didn't want her girls for the holidays. Her first ex-husband did have some brains in navigating Miranda about their daughters this week. He was too busy with wife number two.
Stephen was right. Runway was something Miranda loved more than him.
Now with the ongoing divorce. Cara and Miranda's PR keeping Page Six at bay from harassing her babies. With Dalton's family day at the end of the month coming up, Cassidy and Caroline were upset by this. Miranda knew this. Promised unlike the Recital, she would be there.
Had Emily pencil in that Miranda would be attending that event at Dalton no matter what.
If James forgot. Miranda would personally live up to her dragon reputation and see his mother to straighten him out.
With what Irv Ravitz had sprung on her this morning, who would be working with her, Miranda had a lot to think about and now that kiss from Andrea that rendered her mute which made a spark of something she'd avoided the last few months in her office being around a certain wholesome brunette.
When Andrea just smiled at her, Miranda got her away from her with demanded errands.
Miranda saw many times at Runway, that her young assistant's pretty eyes told her everything, so predictable and easy to read. Oh right that Sachs was all high and mighty and so above fashion with that little speech of being hard working and not glamourous the day she first met her.
As if Andrea Sachs in a lumpy ugly sweater could ever be that.
Cringing inwardly at that blue. Andrea willingly wore it in public. Hideous.
Now after that kiss, Miranda saw it, the wink at the Benefit to her, Paris in the suite looking so eager to comfort her. Miranda wondered if Andrea knew how her lusting was so transparent it was pitiful. So Andrea was just like every other infatuated assistant. Predictable.
Miranda cradled her phone.
It was lust and a silly crush on her. Perhaps she was a tiny bit flattered by this.
Sachs could kiss well. Miranda would give her that. Her fashion disaster ex assistant who barely could navigate in Blahniks wanted her in a way Stephen hadn't.
Young and mildly attractive though Andrea wasn't a model.
Andrea's little crush on her could prove useful. Very useful, indeed. For her. In many ways. Miranda would be lying to herself, if she didn't cultivate this affection. Wholly.
Dialing the number Andrea left for her, written on the cup holder in bold black marker. Tracing it with tapered fingers.
Miranda was going to make Andy Sachs pay for that impulsive kiss though.
Everyone who saw it happen standing there during the run through, knew better than to mention it in Miranda's vicinity. If they valued their jobs.
Yes Andrea would be very beneficial for her this month to keep her close to her, able to help her, then she would discard Sachs fitfully and deservingly because of Paris.
It would be fitting to see her go back to Ohio with her tail between her legs. That Manhattan ate her up and so did she, that would teach little Miss I'm too good to be anything like you a lesson.
Miranda couldn't wait to see Andrea's face when she offered it.
''Cy put that down for a sec.'' Andy ordered her across the cafeteria table. Cy and her many Scissr hookups. The worse one was Saph Me.
Like Grindr. Very impersonal. Meant for one thing.
Cy placing her Samsung down. ''Yes Mom.''
Andy nudged her friend's shoulder. ''Oww. Shoot tell me what happened Andy? What did you do?''
Andy grinned at Cy and began telling her about bringing Miranda coffee and walking over to her and then kissing her.
Cy was impressed. ''You just kissed her, just like that. Good for you. Andy. So when do I get to meet this Miranda. Will she be sleeping over?''
Cy smiled a bit surprised at Andy's rashness, knew Andy was a hopeless romantic, shy and now being her roomie, Cy wanted the best for Andy and if that happened to be this Miranda, good on her because Andy Sachs was amazing and a people pleaser and if Miranda didn't see it she was an prized idiot.
Also Andy could cook and was neat and with those big brown eyes that even Cy couldn't refuse. Putting up with Cy's multitude of clutter and sporadic schedule as a Dr.
Cy admired Andy across the table, they got on well and when Andy told her about Miranda, Cy saw it on Andy's face. Her roommate was head over heels in love. Desperately in love with this Ex-Boss Miranda Priestly. Told Andy to do something about it. Pleased Andy had taken her advice.
Cy was poured a refill because of smiling a pearly flirty grin at the waitress.
It was the scrubs.
Andy still couldn't believe she took a chance and did it. Where had she got the nerve to go for it and walk into Runway and start with kissing Miranda?
''So you've never done that Cy?''
''No I don't do romance Andy. Never underestimate casual sex. I recommend it highly.'' Cy stretched her toned arm, her shift was long last night. ER was busy. Brushing through her long blonde hair.
Needed to catch up on some shut eye. Cy needed to prepare, her mother was coming to town. This time her mother wouldn't take no to seeing her. Cy would see her in a few days.
''So Andy when Miranda rings you, just don't be all gushy when she calls you. She will call Andy. Bet on it. Just rein her in slowly. No favorite flowers or overboard urge to merging and no nesting. Ugh. Getting her under you is what you want first then you learn all the rest. If you want. I myself leave by morning. No under any circumstances spooning.'' Waving her finger at Andy.
This was why Cy only liked one night stand hook ups. No expectations expected. One was home in less than forty five minutes, satisfied and watching Netflix and a smile on her face.
Andy ignored Cy's not romantic advice. She didn't want to just sleep with Miranda.
Andy was a hopeless romantic as Nate could attest.
Andy even called his Mom once for his favorite dish Eggplant Sorrento on their anniversary. Went to a lot of trouble, with strawberries infused with cognac and hand dipped in dark chocolate for their night together.
Nate was Nate. More concerned she'd called his Mom. They'd only just lived together for almost a year.
Boston came up how Nate had applied for a job there and Andy was made to choose Paris. Nate wanted the old Andy back.
''We need some space for a few days.'' Andy suggested to him.
Andy went to Paris. Nate went to Boston.
Even breaking up with her, the day Andy got The Mirror job, Nate told her she was going to make someone an amazing wife just not to him. Implied to Andy, stroking her face, maybe for a certain silver haired lady.
Andy had vehemently denied it. Told Nate she wasn't that way. Yes Andy admired Miranda. She had no feelings for Miranda least of all feeding her chocolate dipped strawberries. Andy eventually realized Nate was right.
''So how did your Mom take it about telling her?''
Andy dark brows came together at Cy's words. '' I told her as she was giving me a Butterscotch Pie recipe. Just blurted it out as she was telling me about measurements and whipping with the whisk on speaker. I said Mom I'm gay.''
Cy gave Andy a grin. ''Imagine if it was apple pie. Coming out. So I take it you'll share with her how she can still get you a new man in your life. Send batteries.''
Andy blushed then laughed richly. Cy was wicked. Jeffrey Stryker wasn't what her Mom had in mind.
Definitely not that.
Geez Cy she was from Ohio.
''You my friend are a cynic, are going to realize one day you need someone. Haven't you ever been in love Cy?''
''Immune to it. I'm not marriage material Andy. Just because we, our people can now get hitched, I'm not jogging to City Hall Registry. No thank you.''
Beeping interrupted her love bites rant.
Cy declared, looking down at her pager on her slim hip. ''Alright, Andy I confess once I was crazy for a chubby feisty redhead in Upper.'' Teasing Andy. ''Who knitted and watched romcoms and had a retainer and wore those dorky holiday festive jumpers. Sexy minx.'' Cy reminisced, her light cognac brown eyes lit up.
Andy frowned at Cy. ''I'm being serious.''
''As am I. Andy.'' Cy countered.
The waitress brought the bill. Cy took it before Andy could pay. ''Fine I owe you.''
Waving it off, Cy took out a few bills to pay. Cy called the waitress back. ''Excuse me. There seems to be a grave error on this.'' Handing the waitress the check back.
The redheaded waitress looked at it for Cy. Shaking her head perplexed by Cy's insistence to a mistake on it. Pointing out that nothing was the matter with it.
''It doesn't have your number.'' Andy rolled her eyes at Cy chatting up their waitress.
Andy's phone rang. Saw who it was.
''Miranda.'' Andy was given a warning look not to be gushy by Cy.
Miranda's soft voice on the line to her, simply said. ''Andrea meet me at Penthouse Suite in an hour at the Hotel Plaza Athénée. Do not be late.'' Emphasizing each word to Andy.
Miranda ended her call to Andy.
Andy hung up. Swallowing hard. Her kiss did that. Now she was curious why Miranda wanted her to meet at a Hotel at noon.
Andy had hoped to take Miranda out to coffee or dinner and tell her how she really felt about her. Not this so fast. This was what she thought it was right? Cy did this kind of thing not Andy Sachs from Ohio.
Cy stared back at Andy. ''So Miranda calls. What did you normally do before for her? Andy.''
Cy had heard all about the many Fashion Editor's memorable demands from Andy. For herself. Runway. The twins. A dog.
Andy answered more to herself. ''Whatever she wanted me to do, I did.''
