Sorry for being away... University App is kind of swallowing me alive.
Thanks Anon-with-the-long-message 3 Your review is actually what keeps me going lol. Sorry it took me this long :/
Also sorry if this goes a bit slow. Im' thinking it might be around 8 chapters or something. So there is some sort of a development curve.
Andrea woke up dizzy. Fragments of last night came back to her. Pushing Miranda against the mirror in the elevator, making out all the way til they got back to their room, and pushing her onto the bed. She licked her lips, remembering how marvellous Miranda had tasted. Stretching her neck, she turned around, finding the other side of the bed empty.
Still a little disoriented when she got off the bed, Andrea couldn't help but grin, finding Miranda in the washroom fixing her already pristine white hair.
"Hey." Andrea purred, walking towards Miranda while putting on her robe.
She knew something was wrong when she saw the deadpan expression on Miranda's face. It was the look she gave Irv, feigning indifference.
"We should talk."
Miranda sighed and signalled Andy to sit on the couch as she took a seat on the other side.
"We're going to forget about what happened last night." She was perfectly calm.
"What?" Andy tried very hard to sound as calm as Miranda, why wouldn't she be just as cold?
"It was pretty obvious to me that we were both heavily intoxicated and that we really have no attachment to each other other than a perfectly fine work relationship."
Andy saw hesitance in her eyes. But Miranda kept talking, quickly covering that emotion with a cold facade.
"Do you not understand? We were drunk. I made a mistake. I apologize."
Miranda can apologize? Andy couldn't help thinking that before realizing that it didn't really matter.
"You apologize? Miranda. Stop giving me bullshit. Last night was a lot better than a mistake. I've made 'mistakes'. This isn't what mistake feels like."
"I've said what I think. The rest you just have to accept." Miranda looked dead into her eyes.
Andy knew Miranda was lying. When she lied, her eyes fluster a little quicker and her tone sounds a little too unnecessarily harsh. Andy also knew that Miranda wasn't drunk, not drunk enough to have sex with an assistant she had no 'attachment' with.
She could feel a wet weight down her throat.
As Andy blinked, a tear slid down her cheek.
"Could not have figured that out last night huh? No attachment."
Instead of replying, Miranda turned around to get more coffee. It felt like eternity before Miranda said,
"When we get back, I need you to send me the newest list of staff hired at our London office and I need you to RSVP me to the Amsterdam Fashion Show, I think I'll go this year."
Ignoring her tears, Andrea was caught in disbelief,
"You expect me to keep working for you? After all that happened last night? I"m not stone hearted, I knew it meant something whether you admit it or not."
Miranda turned around, almost with a look of sympathy, but she was quick to change her complexion into indifference, again.
"I'm quitting when we get back." Andrea started packing her things and suddenly wanted to get out of this room as soon as possible.
She could see that Miranda was stunned. She probably didn't believe that Andy actually had the courage to quit. She probably thought Andy wasn't capable of feeling anything.
It wasn't until Andy pulled open the door that Miranda spoke, almost with an urgent tone in her voice, almost.
"But I need you. As my assistant."
Andy noticed the gap that was a little too long between the two sentences. But she only shook her head, looked at Miranda one last time, and strode out the door.