A/N: This was my first attempt at Fanfiction. I woke up with the idea in my head after inhaling so much DWP/Mirandy fanfic. This is not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. I want to thank those that continue to provide encouragement by commenting on my fics, each one of them is appreciated and they keep me smiling. Thank You!
Disclaimer: I do now own any of the Characters belonging to The Devil Wears Prada. These are owned by Lauren Weisberger and 20th Century Fox.
Summary: Andy leaves Paris with final words for Miranda.
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Chapter Twenty:
She had stripped quickly when Andréa's eyes had fallen closed before joining the young woman in their bed and wrapping them both up under the comforter.
As the young woman continued to dose beside her, she thought back to the moments they had shared since her return, the primary thoughts being the one they had only just experienced. Miranda was astounded by the gift her Andréa had given her. To watch in those moments she was at her most uninhibited, was extraordinarily erotic and intense. It was such a turn on.
She recognised self-pleasure had always made her awkward, so she had avoided it for most of her life. It was only since Paris she had explored her sexual side, and always with the thought of Andréa in her mind. As she mastered the art of touching herself she felt empowered about her sexuality. Before this, Miranda had never considered masturbation to be intimate with a partner. Both Greg and Stephen had asked, and she had shot them down entirely. It was not something she considered should be talked about, let alone performed in front of another person.
Having Andréa touch herself, without being allowed to touch her in any way had been too much to bear. The beautiful young woman had given her a front-row seat to one of her most intimate experiences and it left her frustrated in a way she had never been before. The moment they shared had stimulated her senses, she had experienced a moment no-one else had ever seen. She couldn't stop herself from jumping in and ravaging the young woman, taking control to drive her over the edge.
Andréa's confidence was sexy, there was no other way to say it. It was also surprising really as she was often so endearingly awkward. She knew exactly what she wanted and how she wanted it, showing Miranda how comfortable she was with her body. She believed it would be a powerful experience, and it was something she intended to do herself, with Andréa's agreement. Smiling she looked towards the brunette and met the sleepy melted pools of chocolate. Her smile widened. "Hello, my darling. Did you have a good nap?"
"Mm, I had the best dream." Andy grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Would you like to hear about it? Or better yet, I could show you." Her smile widened as Miranda swallowed and nodded. She kicked off the comforter, arranged the pillows behind her and patted for Miranda to sit between her legs. The older woman scrambled into position quickly causing Andy's smile to widen. "Lay back against me, my love," Andy whispered, before ghosting her tongue around the shell of Miranda's ear.
As Miranda sat back against Andy, the younger woman ran her hands across Miranda's stomach and up over her breasts, teasing her nipples with light touches. She kissed the sensitive spot under Miranda's ear causing goose bumps to form on Miranda's skin before moving her lips back to Miranda's ear and whispering. "Now I want you to touch yourself." She kissed down Miranda's jaw and neck and bit down lightly on her pulse point.
Miranda moved her hands, the tips of her fingers trailing lightly over her thighs, hips and stomach. As she trailed her fingertips towards her breasts, her fingers skirted between Andy's and the young woman stopped her own light ministrations to place her hands on top of Miranda's. The older woman whimpered quietly as wetness pooled between her legs. She suddenly felt vulnerable. "Andréa, please."
The quiet plea caught Andy's attention and her mouth moved back to whisper in her ear. "Please show me how you touch yourself."
Miranda palmed her own breasts before stroking down her body, Andy's hands still on hers. Parting her legs she trailed two fingers against her clit and gasped. "I'm so sensitive." She husked.
Andy could feel exactly how Miranda was touching herself and ghosted her fingers along with Miranda's. She now knew exactly how and where Miranda liked to be touched as their fingers moved in tandem. Miranda's hips bucked as her breathing became more ragged and their strokes became firmer. Andy sucked on the pulse point on Miranda's neck lightly, leaving a small mark as Miranda shuddered in her arms. "Do you need more?" Andy removed her hand from the top of Miranda's and swirled the tips of two of her fingers against the older woman's opening.
"Drawer." Miranda gasped.
Andy leaned away and pulled Miranda's small bag from the top drawer, licking her lips at the thought of what would happen next. Pulling Miranda's 'Platinum' Rabbit from the bag, Andy gasped at the size, compared with her smaller 'Elite' it seemed huge. She switched it on to the lowest vibration and made to hand it to the older woman who shook her head. "Don't you want this?"
"It's a little too big," Miranda admitted. "Will you...I need more before I can..." She trailed off as Andy teased it over her arms. As Miranda adjusted to the vibrations, Andy ran the vibrator across her stomach and then up over her breasts, shoulders and neck, letting Miranda experience the vibration all over her body as she continued to stroke herself. "This is not what I expected, Mira," Andy whispered teasingly. "This is far, far better than anything my imagination could come up with." She husked. She explored every inch of the woman, noting the sensitive spots and delighting as the small gasps of pleasure.
"More," Miranda demanded breathlessly as her hands roamed Andy's thighs. Andy smiled and increased the speed as she pressed it lightly against Miranda's body. "Mm, so good." Andy held the vibrator just slightly above the clit, so it was barely touching. Her other hand moved back to her breasts and teased the nipples mercilessly. Miranda's head fell back against Andy's shoulder and her hips moved of their own accord as the waves of pleasure had her seeking additional pleasure. "My darling, what part of more don't you understand?" Miranda took Andy's hand in hers and pressed it firmly to the side of her clit, letting out a loud groan. "Oh God, yes."
Andy's breath caught as Miranda once again moved the toy lower, swirling it around her opening before moving it upwards. "God, Mira, that's so damn hot," Andy whispered as Miranda arched into the firm strokes. Andy let go and watched as Miranda continued to move the toy against herself. Andy rested her cheek against Miranda's and watched intently.
"I need lubricant," Miranda whispered.
Andy moved slightly and rummaged in the bag and her hand landed on a small bottle. Pulling it loose she saw it was warming lubricant. "Let me," Andy asked.
"Hurry, I'm so close." Miranda moaned.
Andy squirted the lubricant on her hand before gripping the toy between her fingers and moving up the shaft. Squirting more onto the tips of her fingers she lightly trailed them along Miranda's folds, causing her to moan, and her hips to jump. She removed her hands, resting them lightly on Miranda's stomach and watched as Miranda pressed slowly and the tip disappeared inside her, she could not stop the little moan at the sight.
Miranda inched the vibrator in slowly. She pressed a button for the rotating beads and groaned as she arched further onto the toy. Miranda thrust the toy gently, her hips rocking with her movements, her ass pressing against Andy's core, causing her to pull the woman closer and grind herself against Miranda's ass. "Oh God, you are beautiful," Andy growled as Miranda thrust deeper and groaned as she hit her G spot.
"It's not enough...the ears...I need..." Miranda cried out desperately.
Andy trailed her thumb through Miranda's folds and pressed it hard against her clit before circling. She kept up the pressure, with teasing touches. "Is this enough?" She asked.
"Mm, so good." Miranda cried as she moved faster as she pressed it deeper. "I'm going to..." Andy slowed the circling of Miranda's clit as the older woman chanted her name breathlessly. "Andréa...Andréa...Andréa..." Andy slipped a finger alongside the shaft of the toy as her thumb continued to caress. "Oh God, Aaandeeeee!" Miranda convulsed, her back arching as she climaxed with a shudder expelling the toy forcefully.
Andy was still grinding, and observing Miranda come so intensely, she soon followed suit with a low moan and shuddered as her own orgasm claimed her. "Oh God, Miranda. I love you." Andy whispered as she removed her hand and Miranda turned and hid her face in her chest.
Miranda looked up and catching Andy's eyes, she saw the love and happiness in them. She offered a wide smile of her own. "I love you more, my darling, Andréa."
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Dinner time arrived with Andy's stomach growling and Miranda couldn't help the smile that rose on her face. Sitting up she smoothed the comforter over her legs as Andy leapt up embarrassed. "Um, I should make us some dinner and..."
"We shall order. How does Pastis sound?" Miranda asked.
"They don't deliver." Andy grinned and shook her head as she put her silk pyjamas on.
Miranda rolled her eyes. "I thought you knew I can do anything, my darling." She stated happily. She picked up her cell and dialled. "Hello Keith, Miranda Priestly here...Wonderful thank you...Yes, it's true. Andréa returned just before Christmas...Yes, that would be amazing. Can I have two onion soup and two steak frites?" Miranda smiled happily. "Perfect...That's all." She disconnected her cell and looking across at Andy raised an eyebrow and grinned.
"You are something else, Miranda. Do you know that?" Andy grinned and stepped towards the bed, she let her eyes roam over the expanse of skin Miranda was showing.
"My darling, if you continue to look at me like that, I will never be ready for dinner in thirty minutes," Miranda smirked.
"I only need five minutes," Andy claimed happily, jumping on her bed and catching Miranda's lips in an intense kiss. "Ten at the most." Her hands roamed over Miranda's breasts, and she took immense pleasure from the low moans coming from Miranda as she continued to touch and kiss her. The need for air had her breaking their kiss, and she looked at the woman below her, Miranda looked thoroughly tousled, her lips swollen from her kisses and her chest flushed. "So beautiful," Andy whispered as she dipped her fingers lower and teased Miranda's clit.
Miranda arched into her touch. "Andréa, darling." Her voice was hoarse. She let out a strangled cry, her arm coming up to cover her eyes as her climax overwhelmed her.
"Two down, one to go," Andy muttered breathlessly.
"Oh, God..." Miranda trailed off breathlessly. "This is not a case of quid pro quo, my darling."
"I know, I always want you to feel as wonderful as you make me." Andy smiled up at the woman shyly.
Miranda trailed her hands through Andy's curls and offered her a gentle smile. "You do, my darling. I promise." Her hands continued to run through Andy's hair. "Now, if you release me, I will get dressed."
"Okay, I'll clean..." Andy blushed furiously. "Well, you know..." She got up off the bed and picked up both toys carefully. Catching Miranda's eye she blushed. "Thank you, Miranda." She watched as Miranda raised her eyebrow. "For staying with me today and for..." She smiled softly. "...For sharing this moment with me."
"Anytime, my darling." Miranda husked. She didn't expect the young woman's sincerity, and it blew her mind. She was realising her Andréa did not realise the impact she'd had in her life and it was something she would rectify.
As Andy closed the door of the en-suite she pulled out her cell and scrolled through her contacts. "Good evening, Maxwell...No, no, we are fine...Yes, we were advised of the charges...Was the paperwork I asked for yesterday delivered?" She listened as her lawyer excused himself and heard Richard's loud laughter in the background. It sounded like he was having fun which made her happy. He was a nice man, and she could see a lot of her Andréa in him. Lost in thought she missed her lawyer's words. "What was that, Maxwell?" She sighed. "That's good. With yesterday's events, they have been forgotten...Maxwell, have a pleasant evening and take care of Richard for us." She smiled. "Yes, that's all." She disconnected the call quickly and rose from the bed.
Looking down she bit her lip and grinned. Stepping quickly she moved to her drawers and pulled a silk nightshirt out. Shrugging it over her shoulders, she fastened the buttons. She was deliciously achy after her afternoon with Andréa, but it was an ache that left her feeling alive.
She knocked on the en-suite door and entered the bathroom to find Andy staring off into space, a bright smile lighting up her face. Stepping to the twin sinks she caught Andy's eyes through the mirror. "What are you thinking, my darling?" Miranda was curious.
"Just how grateful I am to be alive," Andy admitted. "It is such a precious gift."
Miranda smiled softly. "You are my precious gift, Andréa." She turned away from the mirror as Andy did the same. Looking into the deep dark eyes of the younger woman in front of her, she spoke quietly. "Many months ago I realised I would rather know you for a moment than never at all. I swore to myself I would be grateful for the time we had, with no expectation for more."
"And now?" Andy asked teasingly.
"And now, I plan to show you my gratitude for the rest of my life." Miranda sighed. "But I am hungry, and dinner will be here soon. Will you give me a few moments to freshen up?"
"Yes, love. I'll meet you in the kitchen. Wine or water?"
"Water, please." Miranda grinned at the joy that lit up Andy's eyes at the polite request. She had noticed it happening when she provided the brunette with her thanks too. "I will be down momentarily."
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Fifteen minutes later saw them sat at the breakfast bar digging into their soup and steak frites.
Miranda had placed her robe over her nightshirt and was sat in contemplative silence as she watched Andy eat. "I will not always do or say the right thing, Andréa, I cannot change so entirely."
Miranda's words startled the brunette. "I don't want you to change, Miranda. But you have been different with me since my return." Andy sputtered.
"In what way different?" Miranda queried.
Andy pushed her soup away and dug into her fries as she thought how she wanted to explain. Finishing chewing as Miranda sat twirling her glass of water between her fingers she looked up. "You're softer with me. You have treated me with the same consideration as you do the twins." Andy smiled. "We know La Priestly lurks beneath the woman you are at home, but you don't let us see her too often."
"My Bobbsey's understand why I have so many facades, do you?" Miranda asked.
Andy nodded. "Yes, I understand, or try to. Business is business. You command your empire in a way that ensures you get the best from those beneath you. If you were a man people would congratulate your success and achievements as a woman you are labelled adversely for having the same drive and ambition as your male counterparts."
"Wow, you really understand." Miranda was stunned. Pulling her plate towards her she cut her steak and eating.
"I tried to explain it that night in Paris to Christian. He was trying so hard to get me to bad mouth you. I drank more to shut him out. We know how that ended." Andy sighed and her regret demonstrated in her eyes.
"No regrets, my darling. Everything happens for a reason." Miranda stated softly.
They sat eating in companionable silence until Miranda sighed. "What I want to understand is why you have not looked over your contract for Elias Clarke?" Miranda continued to eat as Andy played with her plate of food. "Please, eat."
Andy put effort into finishing her steak, which had been cooked at a perfect medium rare. "I am a little worried. It is not the direction I was hoping to take my career, but with Marc at Rolling Stone being awkward and pulling my stories it hasn't left me with much of a choice. I need to do something, Miranda. I need to contribute something to our life together."
"You do not have to work is you do not want," Miranda smirked. "I assumed from our conversation earlier that you would be happy to stay at home and have my babies."
Andy looked up sharply and caught the teasing smile on Miranda's face, amazed by the editor's blue eyes, which sparkled with mischief. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Andy bit her lip, holding back her laughter at Miranda's look of confusion. "Me, barefoot, pregnant, and tied to the kitchen sink?"
"Mm," Miranda was non-committal but her eyes held pleasure.
"Admit it!" Andy teased.
"I shall do no such thing, my darling," Miranda smirked. "Though one of the three sounds appealing. And I have all those scarves." She watched as Andy's eyes widened and heard her swallow audibly. "Mm, yes Andréa. That is an idea I believe we should give consideration. What say you?"
"I say..." Andy took a deep breath. "...I say you're limiting yourself with only scarves." She stood quickly and moved around to Miranda. Placing her arms around the older woman's waist she tugged at the belt fastening the grey robe. "This would do the job admirably." She husked.
"And...Andréa, pl...please." Miranda stuttered, her mouth suddenly dry as Andy's hands roamed across the silk against her stomach.
"Hold that thought," Andy whispered. Within seconds she was in Miranda's study and had picked up both envelopes off the side table. Moving quickly back to the kitchen she saw Miranda at the sink, clearing their plates and stacking them in the dishwasher.
She sat down and sipped her water looking at the envelopes curiously. One was postmarked from Elias Clarke and the other from Miranda's Lawyer. "Miranda, why has Max sent me this?" She picked up the envelope warily.
Miranda turned and leaned against the kitchen bench. "Well, I...I asked Maxwell to draw up paperwork for me. Just please give it a thorough reading and then we can discuss it." She bit her lip nervously. "I will be in the study if you wish to join me." Miranda fastened her robe and drifted around the breakfast bar. As she reached Andy, she wrapped her arms around her and placed a kiss on her head. "I love you, Andréa. The only thing that exceeds the strength of emotion I have for you is those that I hold for Caroline and Cassidy."
Andy leaned back into Miranda's chest. "I will look at all this in the study." She swallowed. "That way if I have questions I can ask them."
"Acceptable." Miranda husked as she stepped back and held a hand out for Andy to take.
Andy grasped it and stood. Looking down at Miranda, she offered her a shy smile before leading the Editor from the room.
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Miranda sat in the armchair. Pulling out Andy's journal she looked at where Andy was curled up on the sofa already reading through the mass of documents her legal team had completed. She heard the gasp and saw the documents shaking in the brunette's hand as she turned to the next page.
Andy read the legal jargon in stunned silence.
In the Matter of the Adoption of a Child whose First Name is Caroline
1. I, [specify name] Miranda Priestly, residing at 129 E 73rd St, NEW YORK, birth parent of [specify the first name of child] Caroline, do hereby consent to the adoption of my daughter who was born on [specify date] 03/14/1997 by [specify name] Andréa Elizabeth Sachs, adoptive parent.
2. The full name and last known address of the other birth parent of the adoptive child are [optional] N/A
Dated: 12/28/2007
Andy looked at the next sheet and saw the same paperwork for Cassidy. Looking up she saw Miranda's eyes move quickly down to the open journal. "Miranda, this would have taken so much time and..."
"If you do not agree, Andréa, I shall inform Maxwell. He was holding off until the first week of the new year to file them off to the courts," Miranda stated, suddenly nervous. Ever since Andy had mentioned on Christmas Eve, the fact she could be a second parent to the twins, Miranda could not get the idea out of her head. Her twins were Priestly's, having been given Miranda's surname, but if they chose, they could be Priestly-Sachs, a name she would happily take should the young woman marry her. They could be the family Miranda hoped for. She wanted this so much, but she wouldn't rush the young woman if she wasn't certain.
Andy placed the paperwork down and stood. In two steps she was in front of Miranda and kneeling at her feet. She placed her head on Miranda's lap and smiled as Miranda's fingers ran through her curls soothingly. "I am not saying no, Miranda. I'm just amazed you have decided I am worthy of this gift. I did not expect such a gesture of confidence."
"You appreciate how much my Bobbsey's mean to me, my darling. And you have shown exceptional care since the moment you met them. They love you, Andréa and they want you in our lives as much as I do. You bring so much joy to all our lives, and I wanted to make it permanent. I want our children to learn from you, to take some of that innate gentleness, kindness, happiness and laughter and make it their own. I am aware I am lacking but what they miss from me, I acknowledge you will give in abundance."
"You are an amazing mother. I don't know many who would want to fly through a hurricane to watch them play the piano." Andy grinned.
"As I advised you, they were playing Rachmaninoff," Miranda whispered teasingly.
"I've yet to hear it. I think it will suitably impress Diane tomorrow evening." Andy raised her head and grinned as Miranda rolled her eyes. "The answer is yes," Andy whispered. "Are the twins aware?"
"It was them who insisted, my darling. They want this too." Miranda stated. "If not, this would not be happening. I never contemplated it with Stephen, but you have captured our hearts. You complete our family."
Andy sighed in contentment. "Who am I to refuse my three loves anything?" She raised her head, her eyes twinkling with happiness. "Now do you have questions about what you've read so far?"
"No, but would you go on a date with me?" Miranda asked. "I'm free Wednesday evening."
Andy grinned. "Yes, Miranda. I would like that very much."
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Miranda concentrated on Andy's journal as the brunette looked over her contract for Elias Clarke. Looking through the pages she was stunned to find photos had been stuck to the pages to help describe her travels. Flicking through randomly she landed on a photo that caught her attention. Examining the photo closely she saw someone had captured Andy drawing the beginning of the designs for the pyjama's she had made in Delhi. Another showed a street monkey climbing up Andy's back as she laughed. Miranda couldn't help but smile, it showed both the serious and joyous side of the woman she loved. She looked forward to reading the extracts linked to the photos, wondering just how much the brunette had left out of her letters and emails.
Turning back to where she left off the previous evening, she settled deeper into the armchair and read.
10/09/2007 - New York.
Dear Miranda,
It is hard to break the habit of the last nine months. Today I woke up in my little apartment and looked around, ready to spring into action, to get ready for my day at Runway. To meet every one of your impossible tasks. It was disorientating to realise I had no cause to do so. You will be home now, you would have arrived at the Townhouse in the middle of yesterday and no doubt went straight to work.
I had hope Leslie was managing the fallout of the divorce with her usual aplomb. She's good at what she does and I hoped for your sake, and that of the twins, the press would take it easy on you. I went walking this morning, unable to find peace and as I passed Elias Clarke, in the hope I may catch a small peek at you, I saw the press loitering. It makes me ashamed to have ever wanted to be one.
Upon my return to the apartment, I researched. India appeals, maybe Nepal, Thailand, Japan, China, New Zealand and Australia. I've booked a one-way flight to Delhi. I emailed an old friend from Northwestern to let her know I will be there, she moved back when she got married and I hope to catch up with her. From what I can tell it will be Diwali shortly after I arrive, it will be wonderful to experience such a celebration.
I've started packing up my life ready to send what I can to my parents. Nate took more than I thought, leaving the basics for me to make at least for a little while but it made me pause for a moment, I couldn't live alone on my salary from Runway, and I doubt any job as a cub reporter would pay much more. It has made me consider alternatives. Maybe I would be better going back to Ohio when I return to the States or maybe I could pick up my Juris Doctor.
I don't know. I wish I could see you, Miranda. Just talk to you like I did in that cafe in Paris. I've missed you today.
"My darling?" Miranda spoke quietly.
"Yes, Miranda?" Andy didn't look up, her hair in her face as she frowned over the contract.
"Do you want to study law?" Mirada asked. "You could go to Columbia."
Andy's head shot up. "No, sweetheart. Law doesn't appeal, what brought this on?"
Miranda tapped the page she had been reading. "You mentioned it was an idea when you returned from Paris. You didn't know how you'd cope trying to live off your salary."
"Miranda as your assistant my salary was $50,000 a year. My rent in that shitty apartment was almost $2,800 each month. Alone, it would have left me slightly over a thousand dollars each month to pay utilities and buy food. I would have taken a second job." Andy swallowed. "As a lawyer starting out, I could have been earning $70,000, with the potential for more. Yes, I considered it, for all of an hour, and realised it would make me miserable."
Miranda shook her head. "If you wanted to do it, I would support you."
"Thank you, but no. It is not the life I want." Andy caught her eye. "Did Charlie and Diane tell you what they were offering me?"
"No," Miranda stated. "Just that an offer would be made."
"They've doubled my salary." Andy swallowed.
Miranda scoffed. "So they will have you spinning Elias Clarke news in a good way to external media sources and writing for their publications for that paltry sum."
"Paltry? Miranda, it's more than I expected." Andy was amazed.
"They will suck you dry, and as soon as the other magazines see how talented you are they will clamber for your skills and have you working your fingers to the bone and what will you get for it?" Miranda arched her eyebrow.
"Full editorial control, for anything written for Elias Clark and its publications," Andy whispered nervously.
Miranda smirked, mischief sparkling in her eyes. "Oh really, Andréa? Does that include Runway?"
"Um, well, um. God no, you are the one that has the only say. If my work was less than stellar you'd tell me." Andy caught her eyes. Wouldn't you?"
"Mm." Miranda was non-committal. "You should negotiate, my darling."
"How?" Andy was curious and watched as Miranda set her journal down and stood.
Stepping towards her desk, Miranda grabbed a notebook, a stack of post-it notes and two red markers. Turning towards the brunette her smile widened. "Let's edit this contract shall we?" She stepped to the sofa and sat beside the brunette. Picking up the sheath of papers Andy had looked at she tsked. "Careless." She muttered as she scribbled on a post-it. Andy looked down and saw the words. "BETTER JOB TITLE REQUIRED."
"Why a better title?" Andy queried.
"If you were a true staff writer, they would pay you more. In journalism, a staff writer by-line shows that the author of the article is an employee of the periodical, as opposed to being a freelance writer. In an advertising agency, the copywriting is the main responsibility of staff writers. In television, a staff writer is the probationary, entry-level position in the writer's room. Also, every major music publishing company has staff-writers under contract and almost every song on the charts was written by a writer affiliated with a publishing company. A staff-writer in the music industry is neither an employee nor a staff member, but a songwriter who has agreed to publish all of his or her songs only with one music publisher." Miranda sighed. "You are not working for just one magazine, Elias Clarke has 20 magazines under its belt. It is a large undertaking, Andréa." Miranda smiled. "Do not worry, my darling. We'll just give it a small tweak and let Diane see it tomorrow evening."
"Oh, goodie," Andy whispered her words as she rolled her eyes, causing Miranda to snigger as she scribbled furiously on yet another post-it.
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