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Chapter 10

Andrea was sitting at her desk when Miranda arrived and had just finished re-arranging things. She had just placed a framed picture on her desk.

"Is this Holly, Andrea?" She said by way of greeting standing behind her desk.

Andy jumped slightly, not expecting anyone to be behind her not least of all Miranda, not that she was complaining. Any type of contact that she was getting at the moment she soaked up like a sponge. In the three weeks since Paris fashion week she had even made amends with Nigel and Emily. Letting them buy her and Holly a three course dinner at Michelin star restaurant, well technically two three course dinners, one for her one for Holly, plus an extra specially made child size portion of food for Holly. Conveniently she forgot that her daughter wouldn't be able to eat a three course menu, and alas it was wasted, shame. She still didn't get any answers to the unresolved issues concerning Miranda, as she knew they were as loyal to Miranda as she was. And in return she hadn't told them about the events of that night, she had only opened up to her parents and Doug and Lily about that.

She swivelled her chair around slightly so that she could get a better view of Miranda and also so Miranda could see the picture of her and Holly.

"Oh yeah, you haven't seen her yet have you?" She said with a smile while picking up the photo and handing it to Miranda's now outstretched hand.

Miranda allowed a very small smile which she couldn't quite keep at bay. She loved the look of pride that instantly swept across Andrea's face whenever Holly was mentioned. And looking at the picture she could see why. It was obviously taken in a bedroom and Andrea was holding Holly while standing up, with Holly's legs wrapped around her waist, and in a huge hug. Holly had blonde hair falling over her shoulders in ringlets. The photo must have been taken in mid motion as Holly's head was thrown back in laughter, eyes squeezed shut tightly and Andrea's was leaning back slightly, she had a huge smile on her face while looking at her daughter, with contentment in her eyes that was clear to see.

Looking at the latter she was in awe of how beautiful Andrea was when she smiled a true happy smile.

"Beautiful," She said and her eyes went unusually wide as soon as she said it, realising her slip. Luckily for her Andrea didn't.

Andrea hummed slightly as she took back the photo and replaced it on her desk. "Hmm. Yeah she is. She's great" she said looking back at Miranda with a huge smile. She realised she was talking to her boss and quickly switched into professional mode.

"Uh, so Miranda, how can I help you today?"

Thankful that Andrea had misinterpreted her slip she replied, "I came by to see if my investment was a good one." Looking around she frowned slightly at the other people who were around. "We should go to my office," she stated in a no nonsense tone.

"Sure Miranda, but I could have just come to your office rather than you coming to me," Andrea said trying to keep up with Miranda's strange, erratic behaviour.

'Shit of course she could come to my office – she should come to my office! What the hell are YOU doing HERE??'

"Not that I am in the habit of answering to my employees but I came here to spot check Andrea. Print off whatever you are currently writing now, along with any e-mails that have anything to do with it. I will be in my office, I expect a coffee when you arrive, you have fifteen minutes. That's all" she said tonelessly and walked back to her office.

Andy looked on as she walked away, realizing her mistake at assuming Miranda had come to her. Of course Miranda hadn't come to her.

"Hooooohhh fuck" she whispered and quickly printed off the piece she was working on and searched through her inbox for all appropriate e-mails. 'Way to go Andy – make assumptions on what she's doing. You moron!'.

She carried on gathering her things and glanced at her watch 'SHIT TEN MINUTES!! Now nine, stop counting idiot'.

Miranda was already back at her office when she glanced out of her window and could just about see Andrea weaving in and out of the New York traffic, on her way to Starbucks.

She turned back around and gave her office a quick once over. Everything was neat and tidy so when Andrea would arrive back, Miranda was sure she would be impressed. She nodded her head and smiled. And then quickly realised what she was just thinking 'For goodness sake woman grow up, you are actually checking your office now to make sure she would be impressed. Nothing would ever happen, my dear'. She sighed and sat down at her desk awaiting Andrea's return.

An hour later they were still sitting at Miranda's desk going over the article Andrea was currently working on.

When Andrea had first returned to the office with their Starbucks and her articles, she was more than expecting Miranda's unique brand of harsh criticism, even with regard to the coffee itself. For which she wasn't disappointed since the second she got into Miranda's office, Miranda kindly pointed out her incompetence of being two minutes late. Miranda sat there in silence for ten minutes reading through her article for Paris fashion week. By the time she had finished Andy was a nervous wreck, but was shocked to find that Miranda had only suggested scrapping a few things, as she proceeded to ask Andrea various questions about the article.

Andy was just about to answer Miranda's question on her thoughts on Versace's new line, but as she leaned forward she accidently swivelled her chair so that her knee was against Miranda's thigh. Normally this wouldn't be so bad if at least one of them were wearing trousers, but they had both chosen to wear skirts, so they were skin to skin.

Planes had to make emergency landings, every firework in the world went off with a huge bang, world hunger was defeated and all wars stopped.

Of course none of this mattered as there were two women in the Elias-Clarke building sitting in one of the women's office and skin, that was dangerously close to another part of there bodies, were touching each others.

Miranda carefully placed her hands together to hide the shakes she had suddenly started to develop, and bit her lips to keep a moan from escaping.

Andrea on the other hand was a mess, her hands were shaking as she pointed out notes on Versace's line, and her voice had a very obvious shake in it.

'SHIT!! – Why did you have to move dumbass, could you be touching her anymore intimately? . . . Well . . . right stop that you have to move your knee' Andy thought to herself.

And Miranda was thinking . . .

'Right, come along now Miranda calm down, or you'll end up throwing her on the desk and having your way with her. Hmm . . . right stop it, just turn the chair away slightly she'll be none the wiser, she's not going through this torture'

'TORTURE! FUCKING TORTURE! Jesus Sachs you wronged someone in a past life didn't you, right just turn your chair back to where it was she won't notice a thing.'

'OK – 1-2-3'

'123'

Both women turned their chairs away from each other at exactly the same time, which was very noticeable to the opposite party.

'Odd'

'Weird'

Miranda quickly snapped out of her daze. "OK Andrea. Apparently the investment I made was successful; there are still some minor issues around the edges but all in all the choice I made a year ago was a wise one." As soon as she said the last part she froze and looked up to see Andrea looking right back clearly thinking what she was thinking.

There were several choices made a year ago.

Miranda going along with Steven's questions, Andy arriving with the book, Andy hearing Miranda's hell, Andy asking Roy for help instead of ringing the police.

There were a lot of choices made a year ago.

Andy was about to be brave and ask Miranda how she was when she was cut off.

"Would you like to go to lunch Andrea? I believe it is the very least I can do" Miranda said knowing that now was the opportunity to explain her actions to Andrea. "We can continue lo-"

"Yes, I would really like that" Andy quickly cut her off afraid she would change her mind.

"Emily?" Miranda said, still looking at the woman in front of her. It was only when she heard the young woman come rushing in that she turned to face her. Before she was able to say 'Yes Miranda?' she was cut off by the icy Editor.

"I want you to call Roy and have him meet myself and Andrea outside, all appointments for the rest of the day need to be cancelled, tell Andrea's direct manager she will be in a meeting with me for the rest of the day, call Patrick and tell him no I want the red, collect the shirts from James Holt's studio, then walk Patricia. Call Caroline and Cassidy and let them know I will be home for dinner after which they can go to their friend's sleepover. Inform Nigel I will meet him tomorrow at 7:00am sharp, then go to the agency and get some head shots of the models for Monday's shoot, the last ones they sent me were highly unattractive and could barely be considered models, then confirm my facial tomorrow morning with Rachael at 6. Coat, bag. That's all." She said in a calm voice, waving her hands away from her at the last part.

Emily rushed out of the office, and came back with Miranda's coat and bag. Andrea was still trying to wrap her head around all of what Miranda had just reeled off.

"Is there a reason why Andrea's coat and bag isn't here? Is it beyond your capability to accomplish this task?" Miranda questioned.

"Sorry Miranda" Emily said while glancing at Andrea, who in turn looked back with her eyes saying 'no worries'.

"It's not my coat you forgot . . ." Miranda pointed out in a low voice, whilst looking back at the article in front of her.

"Right . . . right! Apologies Andy-"

"Andrea" Miranda cut in.

"Right, Andrea, uh apologies I'll get your coat now" Emily nodded and rushed off again.

When she returned with Andy's coat and bag, Andy had to quickly rush to put her coat and catch up with Miranda who was already out of the office door.

'This is going to be interesting'