How do you know who I am? If you dare to do anything to hurt me or my family, I will destroy you. Do you understand?

This was a stupid idea.

Don't bother replying. I don't want to know

MP

For the first time in a long while Miranda didn't go to work. Having left word with Emily and Andrea she then decided to simply spend most of the day in bed, crying. She got up at some point around 2 in order to make herself some comfort food, something that might shock her employees but she usually enjoyed a grilled cheese sandwich. Reaching the bottom of the stairs she noticed that at some point she had received a delivery that her house maid had brought to the coffee table in the hall next to her closet. A beautiful bouquet of flowers and a note, typed up (of course).

I would never do anything to hurt you Miranda, especially not outing you, please know that.

I know it's not been long but I hope you would forgive me/ would wish to continue talking.

I will give you a hint. I'm a natural brunette.

Yours,

Blue.

She laughed, how many people at Runway truly were a natural brunette? Truly there were about 5. But what if Blue meant she dyed her hair from brunette? In which case there could be several people who did that. She wasn't impressed with that clue one bit.

Carrying on towards the kitchen she found another note hidden on the comfy chair she likes to use when overlooking the book. She couldn't call this nook a room as it was in-between her hallway and kitchen, but it was one of her favourite places to sit in the house.

I know that you're angry and probably way way out of your comfort zone, but please try to see this from my POV. Here you are, one of the most powerful woman in NY and I am merely someone who works for you. You could crush me in an instant if you wanted to, and you would, if I allowed you too close to my heart I fear rejection. That I doubt I could get over. But it's true Miranda I do have feelings for you, I have, ever since I first started working for you.

Another clue is I like onion bagels. I know you're opinion on that one already…

Yours,

Blue

Despite herself she laughed, it would probably surprise Blue but she actually liked onion bagels. She just hated the fact that your breath smelt afterwards. If she was honest with herself though, there weren't many employees that would admit to liking an onion bagel. In fact, her heart started to beat rapidly, she actually only knew one person who would admit to her that she liked them.

But, no it wouldn't be…. Surely… would it?

As she carried on through her seating area nearing the kitchen she heard the sounds of someone pottering about in there. Knowing that her house maid had left to pick up the girls she found herself confused. And also frightened a burglar? Picking up the nearest item to hand, a rolled up magazine, she swiftly opened the door to the kitchen.

"Whoever you are, I suggest you leave. NOW!" As she whipped through the door she noticed who would be on the other side. She noticed the tall frame, the long dark hair and finally shocked brown eyes. "Oh, Andrea?" She also noticed the meek little wave.

"Hi." And the downcast eyes. Before finally she picked up on the smell coming from the oven. Andrea was making grilled cheese.

"Hello. Why are you in my kitchen?" She noticed brown eyes widen slightly before closing. However she could also smell the food starting to burn. Pushing Andrea out the way she went to plate it up. "I hope this is for me, considering how strange it would be for you to come here purely to make yourself some food. However please feel free to make yourself one, this does smell quite lovely."

That earnt her a gleaming smile and allowed the girl something to do before she started to fidget under Miranda's gaze.

"Miranda, I have something to tell you." She could tell that Andrea wasn't going to make this easy, purely out of fear more so than anything else. However the second she saw her stood at her stove Miranda knew who she was, well. At least she hoped she did.

"Go on."

"Blue sent me here, to make sure you're okay." She squinted, oh okay then. "She was worried that you weren't going to look after yourself."

"Well you can tell her she's wrong, I'm down here about to make myself some food. Looks like you beat me to it." How dare Andrea lie, especially after finding out her truth. How dare she take the cowards option. "So what does this mysterious Blue happen to look like?" She watched as Andrea froze and then blinked.

"Oh I think she said she's already told you."

"Ah okay, and what department does she work for?"

"I know you've asked her that before as well."

"Right, so how exactly do you know her?" The girl blushed before turning to the stove.

"How about you find somewhere comfy to eat and I'll finish up here? I'll let you know when it's ready?"

Now to be fair to her, that was a successful diversion. As she sat down her phone pinged in her hand.

Snow? Miranda?

I'm not ready, I'm sorry. I know that's desperately unfair. I thought I was and then I saw you in the kitchen…. And, well. We both know how that went. Fact is though, I'm terrified.

Yours,

Blue.

P.S. Food is ready.

She blinked. Before hearing Andrea start to make a move to leave the town house. NO, no no no no no.

"Andrea!" Now, Miranda Priestly did not shout, ever. She spoke, with purpose she did not shriek. Well, unless it was needed. Like now.

"Andrea! Wait, please" Rushing, she didn't see the woman who had stopped in front of her door. Bumping into her they both almost fell before strong arms held her up.

"Don't say it, please Miranda don't."

"Say what?"

"Please don't tell me about how we shouldn't be talking, about how unprofessional it all is. I couldn't have that."

"I wasn't going to." She notices the suddenly wide eyes. "I was going to ask if you wanted a coffee?" She sees the nod of reply. "Good, I believe you know how to use the machine?" She winks as she heads back towards the kitchen. Knowing that Andrea was still stood at the door she turned around. "As lovely an ornament as you are I'd prefer it if you'd follow me to the kitchen."