Author's Note: Written for the prompt 'Clavicle'.


Nigel stared at Emily like she'd just told him the world was ending.

"She can't not be there. Miranda specifically requested her."

"Yes, well, I tried to tell her agent that, but apparently she's in the hospital and can't be bothered to uphold her commitments for the next month or so."

"Emily, she broke her clavicle," Andrea said exasperatedly. "You don't just get up and go back to the runway after that."

"She doesn't have to stroll down a catwalk, for God's sake, just put on an evening gown and stand there!" Emily squeaked. "Oh no, who's going to tell Miranda?"

"That's your job," Nigel said, pointing at Andrea, who gave him an incredulous look as he walked away. She couldn't think of anything she wanted less than to tell Miranda that the first model she'd been even close to excited about in years wasn't going to show up at the photo shoot scheduled to start in four hours.

She looked to Emily, but there was no pity to be found there. "You tell her. I have to deal with rescheduling the shoot. Or canceling it. Whatever Miranda wants."

"You won't know what Miranda wants until someone tells her," Andrea pointed out, not moving to get up. Emily looked up from her computer to respond, but then froze, her face going pale. Turning her head slowly, Andrea saw Miranda watching her from the open doorway of her office, her lips pursed menacingly.

"Tells me what?"