I feel like I should mention I switched around some ages just to fit the plot better. I always wanted the twins to be a lot younger when they meet and grow attached to Andy. I thought it would be cute to see her dealing with them going from hanging on her every word, to being moody preteens.

Andy rubbed her forehead in an attempt to ease the headache that came with the mountains of paperwork on her desk. It was Saturday morning, and she'd decided to take a break from her actual work, to focus on the files Grace had sent over days before. She hadn't slept much, and spent the entire week after her lunch with Miranda juggling between work and trying to figure out what exactly Irv had planned for Elias Clarke. If only her uncle was here...she sighed again.

The buzzing of her doorbell caused her to look up, rubbing at the back of her neck. Standing, she reluctantly headed for the door, glancing at the picture of her and her uncle. She smiled just slightly, before continuing to the door. Checking the peep hole, she saw a delivery man. Raising an eyebrow, she pulled the door open.

"Can I help you," she wondered, leaning against the door frame.

"I got a delivery for Andrea Sachs," he read off the name from his clipboard.

Andy cringed at the way he said her name, but nodded anyways, "that's me."

"Great, wait here. It's a big one," he gave her a polite smile, before turning around to walk down the steps to his truck.

Andy watches curiously as he pulls the back opened, and begins loading up what appeared to be a cart full of flowers. Andy's eyes widened, and she wondered if this was some kind of joke. Who would send her something like this?

She allowed him to place them inside the foyer, searching the numerous bouquets for a card. She found it in a dozen white roses, and was just about to open it when the delivery man spoke up.

"I just need your signature here and I'm out of your hair," he gave her the clipboard, indicating where he needed the signature.

Andy quickly signed it, reaching for her wallet in her back pocket. She absently handed him a $20 and nodded at his thanks. When she shut the door, she glanced around at all the flowers around her. Roses of all colors, all arranged with a meticulous eye. It almost seemed like the work of Miranda if she didn't know better. Her heart sped up when she finally opened the card, and read the short note.

Andrea,

I haven't been able to keep you far from my mind since our lunch. These flowers can't even begin to emulate your beauty, but it's a start.

-M

"There's no way," Andy immediate felt like she was being set up.

It was absolutely impossible that these flowers were from Miranda, but who else knew about their lunch? There was Gia, Emily, possibly Nigel and...the twins. Andy's eyes widened when she realized what this was. Of course it was the handwork of the twins. Who else would dare do something like this in Miranda's name? Plus, they were aware of her lunch meeting with Miranda and they'd declared it a date. Andy wasn't sure what type of prank this was, but she just decided to ignore it.

Heading back upstairs, Andy left the card on the decorative tablet in the hallway, deciding to keep her mind off of it.

It was later that afternoon when Andy finally left the house. She'd found something interesting in the files that Grace sent her, and Grace readily agreed to meet for a late lunch. Traffic, predictably, was awful, and Andy was grateful she'd decided to leave earlier than she needed to. As she watched the city through the window, her cellphone rang. Answering without checking the caller ID, Andy immediately regretted not looking.

"Andy Sachs," she gave her usual greeting.

"Andy? Hey, it's me, Christian," the voice was smug.

"I'm sorry, who," she faked confusion, debating on if she should just hang up.

"You know, Harry Potter, Paris," he chuckled, "ring any bells?"

Andy suddenly remembered that Christian was a part of the attempted Coup Irv put together in Paris. What would he have any business calling Andy for? Andy smirked as she realized there was only one way to find out.

"Oh gosh," she faked recognition, "I'm so sorry, Christian. I've just been so busy recently I'm a little overwhelmed."

"It's fine," he chuckles, "I heard you've got a lot on your plate."

"Yeah," she sighed, "it's way more than I bargained for honestly. Anyways, how are you?"

"I'm doing great," he said casually, "I'm actually in New York for a few days, I wanted to reconnect if you're not too busy."

"Well, I have a lot on my plate," she trailed off.

"Come on Andy, for old times sake," Christian attempted to sound charming, but all Andy could think about was that he was a snake.

"Well, I guess we could do dinner tomorrow night," she gave in, "I'm free around 7:30?"

"Perfect," he seemed a little too eager for the chance, "just send me the address and I'll meet you there."

"That sounds great," Andy lied, "but I've got to go now, I'm late for a meeting with an important client. It was great hearing from you, Christian."

"You too, Andy," he agreed, before handing up.

"He's so gross," Andy shivered, "can't believe I almost slept with that pig."

Before she could dwell on it, her car stopped and she looks up to see she was at Grace's hotel. Accepting the hand from her driver, she grinned at him as he tipped his hat to her.

"Just call when you need me, Ma'am," he smiled back at her.

"How many times do I have to tell you to call me Andy," Andy sighed good naturedly, "this meeting will probably run long, so how about you just come back in two hours."

"I'll be here, ma- Andy," he caught himself.

"Enjoy your break," Andy called to him, as she entered the lobby.

She approached the reception desk, and spoke up, "I'm Andy Sachs, I have a meeting with Grace Clarke."

"Of course," the receptionist immediately motioned over another employee, "she's waiting for you in one of the executive offices. John will show you the way, and a member of the kitchen staff will be by shortly to take your lunch order."

Andy smiled her thanks, as she followed John. She adjusted her briefcase, pulling her phone out to check the time. Seeing that she was just a little early, she wondered why Grace chose a hotel instead of her own home. The older woman always did things for a reason, but this was still a little odd. When the elevator stopped on the proper floor, Andy was led to a set of double doors, and John explained that Grace was waiting inside.

Opening the door, she saw the woman on her laptop, presumably checking emails as usual. Her jet black hair was pulled away from her face in an elegant bun, dark bangs hiding away her eyes at the angle of her head. She looked up when Andy entered the room, playful green eyes contradicting her age. She smiled at Andy, motioning for her to sit.

"Andy," she greeted her, "I'm sorry for all the confusion, but we had to be a bit discreet about this matter."

"Did something happen I should know about," Andy wondered, taking a seat.

"I'm fairly certain Irving has little spies that work among my direct employees," Grace looked irritated at the revelation, "I'm sure it's my secretary, Joanne."

"That would be smart," Andy nodded.

"Yes, but the fool thinks I'm unaware," Grace smirked at Andy, "I've been feeding her false information, just to be sure. You should warn Miranda that she may be getting a surprise visit from Irving next week if I'm correct. She should be prepared for him to ask about "inconsistencies" in the budget for the January issue."

Andy made a mental note to call Miranda later. She knew the woman was likely at work, despite it being a Saturday, but she knew she would be home soon enough.

"Well, now I know to check my newer employees more carefully," Andy sighed, "they're all replaceable. Upper management hasn't changed, and they're about as loyal as business men can be."

"William knew how to keep his staff loyal," Grace agreed, "that's what I always admired about him."

"I thought it was his devilishly handsome good looks," Andy laughed.

"That too," Grace admitted, "don't get me wrong, I loved my husband dearly, but William will likely always have the best ass I've ever seen on a 60 year old man."

Andy immediately grimaced at the mental image, earning a laugh from Grace, "that's awful, Aunt Grace."

"It's true," she shrugged, "though I suppose you'd prefer Miranda's ass."

Andy nearly choked on her own spit at the words, looking at Grace in shock, "how do you-"

"I'm old, not stupid," Grace chuckled, "I know beyond loyalty to me and Richard, Miranda is your main motivation for helping us with this little... problem."

"I feel so pathetic," Andy admitted, "it's not like she'll magically fall in love with me if I save Runway. She isn't that superficial."

"I'm sure the media would beg to differ, but that's another matter entirely," Grace placed a hand on Andy's, "I think perhaps you're not giving yourself or Miranda enough credit."

"Yeah right," Andy shrugged, "Miranda is turning 49 this year, she has two 7 year old children and plenty of prospects after her divorce is final. Why would she want me?"

Grace gave Andy a once over, raising an eyebrow, "besides your looks, you mean? All of her "prospects" are successful businessmen, check. They're considerably wealthy, check. They frequent the most exclusive circles of high society, check."

"That's not true," Andy cut it, "I don't frequent the most exclusive circles of high society," Andy used finger quotes.

"You went to school with three Saudi Arabian Princes, you're having a private lunch with me, and you have the personal number of the governor of both New York and Ohio," Grace raised a challenging eyebrow.

"Well, when you say it like that," Andy slumped in her seat.

"You're her ideal partner, Andy. The only thing that makes you different is the fact that you're a woman, and she cares enough about you for that not to matter," Grace gave her a knowing smile.

Before Andy could comment, a waiter entered the room with a knock, pushing a cart of drinks and ready to take their orders. As they ordered, Andy thought over what Grace had just said. She highly doubted that if Miranda was attracted to women, she would be ashamed or hide it. She was surrounded by openly gay men every day, no one truly important would care, and even if they did, Miranda wouldn't. But, that was still assuming that Miranda had any interest in her beyond business and perhaps friendship. Andy liked to think that if she'd stayed in Paris, maybe they would have been friends.

"Stop thinking about the woman of your dreams, and let's actually get to what we're here for," Grace looked at her in amusement.

"Right," Andy ignored the comment about Miranda, "I was going through some of the financial reports that were given to my uncle as a part of his deal, and comparing them with the reports you gave me."

Andy opened her briefcase, pulling out the mentioned files and their copies. She handed Grace a copy, and took her own. Flipping through a few pages, she found the areas where she'd highlighted the inconsistencies. Grace looked them over in silence, pulling out her reading glasses to get a better look.

"I had my suspicions about Irving's numbers," Grace admitted, "the projections for the Runway profits were always surprisingly low. He always blamed it on Miranda going over budget for the shoots. Richard hired a third party company to go over the records, but there wasn't anything wrong with the numbers so we left them as is, but this...this is millions of dollars more than we saw last year."

"I've got a hunch about that," Andy admitted, "I think the records he gave my uncle were the real numbers. I've seen Runway's budget, we almost never went over, and if we did it was in the thousands, not the millions."

"I'll have to speak to Miranda about this and get her records directly," Grace rubbed her temples, "if this is what I thought it is, then we have enough on Irving to be rid of him for good."

"That only solves one problem," Andy pointed out, "he's just the tip of the iceberg. We'll have to figure out who else is involved, and if Irv is actually the one pulling the strings."

"I think we can both agree that there's someone pulling his strings," Grace says, "this is sloppy."

"Well, Irv knows that I know members of the board," Andy frowned a little, "it would be easy enough to find connections between me and Jonathan, and me and Richard because of their involvement in Red Dot. It's a little harder to connect the threads between me and you, since we haven't been seen together very much and your shares aren't exactly common knowledge. I think I might know a way to turn this in our favor, while gaining evidence about just what Irv is up to."

Grace gave her a curious look, "I'm listening…"

"Percival is clearly working with Irv, and I think it's fair to say that so is Charles," Andy pointed out, "Michael is something of a neutral party, since he only cares about whatever is going to make a profit for the company. Whoever replaces Irv as chairman has to be someone on our side and I might have a few ideas on how to ensure that."

"If I closed my eyes, I could swear I was sitting across from William," Grace chuckled, "tell me what you're thinking."

"Well," Andy grinned, launching into her explanation.

Monday saw Andy heading into the Runway offices. Her new assistant, Joey, was hot on her heels as she made her way to Emily's desk with purpose.

"Joey, move my 3:30 meeting to tomorrow at 10, inform HR that I'll need a completely new batch of potentials for the opening in finance, have Gia send me the work up for the new marketing campaign for this summer, and alert security that Harold will be coming in later to collect his personal belongings. He's not to be left out of their sight. Period."

Joey typed away at his phone, catching every word and sending out multiple texts to the relevant people. Seconds later, his phone chimed, just as Andy approached Emily and a curious Nigel.

"Your 10 o'clock just confirmed, HR has been alerted and will email in the new files by close of business, Gia will have everything ready when you return to the office and Security is on standby," Joey listed off his tasks, putting his phone away.

Nigel have an impressed whistle, and raised an eyebrow, "fine assistant you got there, Six."

"Isn't he," Andy grinned, "Joey, I need you to drop off the files sent by Gregory this morning to the legal department, then you can take your lunch."

"Would you like me to meet you back here, or stay at the office," Joey nodded readily.

"You can stay put," Andy nodded, "if you finish the reports I left for you, ask Gia if she needs any help until I get back."

"You're the boss," he gave her a playful salute, before heading back to the elevators.

"He's cute," Nigel watched his ass as he walked away.

"Nigel, my assistant is not a snack," Andy pointed at him playfully.

"You're no fun," Nigel pouted, "but, we need to catch up over drinks. Don't think you're off the hook just because you walk around with eye candy."

"I'll call you," Andy promised, "but I really need to get in and see Miranda."

"She's not to be disturbed," Emily finally decided not to ignore Andy like she didn't exist.

"It's important, Em," Andy shrugged, "promise I won't get you in trouble."

"Absolutely not," Emily shook her head, "Miranda was quite clear that she didn't want anyone disturbing her. Especially not you."

"I understand that, but this is serious," Andy gave a frustrated sigh.

"Well perhaps you should have-"

"Andrea," Miranda's soft voice managed to cut through whatever Emily was about to say, causing the three of them to turn and look at Miranda office, "come in and close the door."

Andy grinned at Emily's shocked silence, and sent Nigel a wink as he chuckled. Turning, she entered the office and shut the door as she was told. Sitting down, she gave Miranda a smile.

"Good morning, Miranda," Andy greeted her, "in sorry to just drop in, but I promise it's for a good reason."

"I'd assumed as much," Miranda raised an eyebrow.

"Grace and I went over some reports," Andy said lowly, "I just need to ask you if this looks familiar at all."

She opened her briefcase, pulling out the reports from Irv. Miranda took them, scanning them quickly, before sitting them down, "this is the Runway expenses report from last quarter."

"I figured as much," Andy nodded, "which is why Grace was concerned that this is the report she received instead."

Handing over the false report, Andy saw as Miranda's face hardened as she took in the dramatic changes. She looked between the two reports, checking and double checking that what she was seeing was correct.

"He falsified these, and gave them to the board," Miranda sat them down, "to what end? Even in the doctored report, my margin of profit is more than enough to keep me in my position as Editor in Chief."

"I don't think this is necessarily about you getting fired," Andy admitted, "I think that was just a convenient side effect of his plans. With someone more compliant running Runway, he could explain away even more money disappearing."

"So it's fraud," Miranda frowned, "that miserable fool."

"I think that's his reasoning," Andy agreed, "people like Irv are only ever after money because they lack the charisma or fortitude to go after anything else."

"You think there's more to it than this," Miranda immediately caught on, "who?"

"I'm not sure," Andy sighed, "that's what I'm trying to find out. In about 15 minutes, Irv will be here to ambush you about some bogus reports he thinks you sent to Grace about the January budget. Make him think that you sent them against your will, and that you despise Grace."

"I don't suppose you're going to tell me why," Miranda crossed her arms lightly.

"The less you know, the less likely he is to catch on," Andy smiled apologetically, "but once it's safe enough to tell you, I will. Just play along with what's about to happen, ok?"

"What do you mean," Miranda's eyes narrowed at the wording, "what are you about to do?"

"Irv thinks I'm just tits with a title," Andy shrugged, "he has no idea what I'm actually capable of. If I can get him to believe that I was tricked into getting him fired, he'll see me as a potential target to manipulate himself."

"And who better to manipulate you, than the Devil herself," Miranda suddenly smirked, "but it can't be that easy."

"Irv doesn't really cover his tracks well," Andy chuckled, "he sent Christian Thompson to seduce me to his side. It's like he thinks I forgot Christian was a part of his plan to oust you from your position."

"Miranda, Mr. Ravits is here to see you," Emily poked her head into the office, looking less than pleased.

"I'll be there in a moment," Miranda waved her off.

Andy stood, adjusting her suitcase before turning to face Miranda, "shall we?"

Miranda's smirk was downright predatory as she met Andy by the door. As she pulls it open, she casually slipped her hand into the small of Andy's back, and gently guided her into the outer offices.

"Thank you for taking the time to meet with me Miranda," Andy smiled brightly at Miranda.

"Of course," Miranda's own smirk hadn't wavered, "you're always welcome at Runway."

Andy blushed just slightly, and looked up at Irv in surprise, "oh, Mr. Ravits. I didn't know you would be here."

He glared at her, his eyes darting between her and Miranda suspiciously, "I'm not fired just yet, Ms. Sachs. Although I don't know why you're here."

"Oh, I just came to...um," Andy froze, eyes wide just slightly as she pretended to think of an excuse.

"I invited Andrea here to speak with me about a personal matter," Miranda was quick to step in, "she was just leaving."

Andy cleared her throat, "right. I'll speak to you later, Miranda. Goodbye Mr. Ravits."

She quickly made her way to the elevators, breathing a sigh when the doors closed behind her. As she watched the numbers move lower and lower, she smirked a little. These next few weeks would be interesting, indeed.