Miranda arrived at her office shortly after the unexpected meeting with her ex assistant. She couldn't, for the life of her, understand what had truly just happened. Clearly she'd dropped into a conversation that was already almost over when she entered, and had missed vital information. Andrea knew members of the board. Andrea owned stock in Runway...all without her having the slightest clue.

"Emily," her voice carried out to the first assistant, who nearly jumped at the sudden summoning, "bring me every bit of information you can dig up on Andrea Sachs."

"Miranda," Emily looked extremely confused by the request.

"I'm sorry, is that beyond your mental capacity, Emily," Miranda's gaze was sharp, "perhaps I should find someone else for the job?"

"Of course not," Emily immediately jumped to action, "I'll get on it right away."

As she set to work, Miranda tried to focus on the tasked in front of her. She spent the next few hours ripping the newest layout to shreds, growing more frustrated with the incompetence of her staff as the minutes passed. She honestly expected more from Nigel, but decided that for now she would settle for a few biting remarks on her notes. He would get the message.

Meanwhile, Emily was having a small crisis as she delved into Andy's history. The more she dug, the more nervous she became. Andy was not just some Midwestern hick with no fashion sense, like she'd assumed. She was all of those things, as well as being the Heir to a multi billion dollar fortune. This woman had enough power to completely and utterly destroy Emily's life. The Redhead nearly fainted when she she realized Andy had enough power to ruin even Miranda's life. And they'd all treated her like crap.

Immediately, she reached for a cube of cheese, as she felt lightheaded. Taking a deep breath as she printed out the articles and reports, she gathered them all and stood from her desk.

I love my job. I love my job. I love my job

She plastered on a smile, and entered Miranda's office. She sat the articles down without a word, and hurriedly returned to her desk. She sent the new second assistant a glare when the girl looked like she might ask questions, and returned to the tasked she had yet to finish. She just hoped she would make it through the day without being fired, after Miranda read those papers.

Miranda, for her part, seemed to get some semblance of an answer. It didn't explain everything, however. She didn't understand how Andrea, who she now knew was not simply just an assistant, had sat at her desk for almost a year, taking orders when Miranda was absolutely sure she was used to giving them. She hadn't hinted not even once who she was, and she'd done an excellent job at fooling them all.

Miranda didn't take kindly to being played for a fool. She would get her answers, even if she had to pry them from Andrea herself.

"Emily," Miranda called out once more, "get me Andrea's contact information."

The redhead nearly had a heart attack at the request, but she managed to place a sticky note with the proper phone number on Miranda's desk minutes later. She closed the door behind her, once she saw Miranda's gesture, and she sat back down just as Miranda dialed the new number.

"Hello Miranda, how can I help you," Andy's voice was just as pleasant as Miranda remembered.

"And how did you know it was me," Miranda raised an eyebrow, even though Andy couldn't see it.

"You're the only woman I know that isn't my mother with enough nerve to call my office phone directly," Andy sounded amused, "what can I do for you?"

"Meet me for lunch tomorrow, 3:30," Miranda got straight to the point.

"I'm probably more busy than even you, Miranda," Andy admitted reluctantly, "I doubt I can make it. I already stretched my day thin today by having that meeting with Irv."

"I don't care for the details," Miranda rolled her eyes, "make it happen."

"You do understand I don't work for you anymore, right," Andy sounded amused, "if anything, I'm technically your boss now. But, I'll see what I can do."

"I thought you'd see reason," Miranda wouldn't admit to feeling a little bit of an ego boost that she still had some semblance of control over Andy.

"That's all," Andy hung up in her face.

Miranda stared at her phone for a few seconds. Then, as if hell itself had frozen over, she let out a genuine laugh. Never before had anyone managed to catch her so off guard the way Andy had countless times before. As much as she'd spent weeks trying to convince herself that she was only angry at her for leaving, seeing Andy again had reminded her that she'd been more than angry. She had been upset at the loss of the girl who brought light into her life.

Miranda arrived home early that evening, and was able to have dinner with the twins, something they both appreciated. As they put away dishes, Miranda decided that it was likely the best time to tell them her schedule for the next day, considering she was supposed to be home early and that now wasn't the plan.

"Girls," Miran drew their attention, "I know you were looking forward to me arriving home a bit earlier tomorrow, but unfortunately something has come up."

"What," Cassidy stared at her mom suspiciously, "did something bad happen?"

"Not necessarily," Miranda offered her an indulgent smile, "I just had an unexpected meeting placed into the middle of my day."

"With who," Caroline seemed more interested in who her mother would be rubbing elbows with next than anything else.

"Do you remember Andrea," Miranda closed the dishwasher, turning to rise out the sink, "we're going to have lunch tomorrow "

"So you finally asked her on a date," Cassidy looked thrilled at the news.

"Excuse me," Miranda froze, before turning to face her daughters, "why would you assume it was a date? It's simply a business meeting for-"

"Oh come on mom," Caroline rolled her eyes, "you don't have to pretend you don't like her anymore, she's not your assistant."

"Yeah, Andy's cool, Mom," Cassidy agreed with her twin.

"Bobbsies, I think you're misunderstanding the situation," Miranda was trying her best not to think about why their words seems so...true, even to her own ears. It was ridiculous.

"We heard you crying," Cassidy seemed to deflate just a little, "after Paris. We know it wasn't because of Stephen because he's an idiot."

"Cassidy," Miranda gave her a warning look.

"The only other option was Andy," Caroline piped up to continue the line of reasoning, "she made you sad. You care about her, so you should date her."

"That isn't how these things work," Miranda sighed, knowing that once her daughter's had an idea in their heads, nothing would change it, "Andrea is simply someone that I work with. Nothing more."

The twins looked at her, then at each other. Miranda watched as they seemed to come to some unspoken conclusion, before they both sighed and got down off their stools.

"Fine," Caroline sighed.

"We're gonna go get ready for bed," Cassidy tugged her sister's arm, stopping only to place a kiss on their mother's cheek before stomping up the stairs.

Miranda sighed, shaking her head at their antics. She finished up with the sink, and dried her hands as she thought over what her daughter's said. She could admit that her life had been far more pleasant with Andrea in it, but that was just because she made things go smoothly, and had gone above and beyond any expectations Miranda could have had for her. No matter what she threw at her, Andrea seemed to take it in stride and accomplish it with grace. She simply missed the convenience of having such a competent employee. That's all.

Right?