yes this is inspired by the Devil Wears Prada (notice the similarities and i hope you enjoy!)
UP IN SMOKE
SMOKE MAGAZINE
KRISTEN'S DESK
10:04 AM
Kristen's desk was stocked with sports pictures and mini soccer ball ornaments. A Sports Illustrated was tucked away underneath the layout of SMOKE. Massie, Alicia, Dylan, Claire, and ahb-viously Kristen herself were sitting in black leather chairs crammed up against the mahogany desk rammed up in a corner.
Kristen whipped out her palm pilot and tugged at her blond hair before looking Massie in the eye. She knew she had a lot of explaining to do.
"Ok." Kristen said. She shifted in her seat. "I heard from Isaac that he heard from Alicia who heard from Cara- who by the way was listening outside your door one day- that you were really upset with Sasha." Kristen tapped her palm pilot with a manicured fingernail. "And then I was talking to Ginny at the Agency and she spoke of her cousin-by marriage- and I looked up this girl and I saw her résumé and I thought she could replace Sasha."
Massie watched Kristen pout, and glared jealously at Kristen's long, blond hair, and though back to 7the grade when Kristen had had short hair. True, Massie's was hair more styled, but she wished she could have her hair back.
Massie rubbed her lips together, then fished inside her purse and pulled out a tube of lipgloss. After swiping it on her lips, she caught her reflection on the tiny window right behind Kristen's desk. She swung her head side to side. And then she realized why she had gotten the shorter, wilder hair in the first place. It looked ah-mazing.
"Uh, Mass?" Kristen asked softly. Massie jerked back to planet Earth.
"Sorry. What?"
"Nothing. You just spaced out."
Massie nodded and tilted her head to the side, looking at the résumé Kristen had handed her. It had a coffee stain on the left corner, but other than that it was rather impressive. Massie pushed her chair to the middle of the hallway and looked down through the open door of her office. She could see Sasha setting up Massie's coffee and pictures of models. Massie took out her palm pilot and began to type.
WHAT I LIKE/DISLIKE ABOUT SASHA
DISLIKE
How she has hideous freckles on her pale, sickly arms
Her hair is falling out of her bun
Her makeup is cheap
The skirt doesn't fit her right
She lost her temper yesterday
Doesn't realize how lucky she is to have her job
LIKE
Massie stared at the screen of her palm pilot, back up at Sasha, then at Melissa Jordan Hawke's résumé. It was really impressive, she thought again. Really.
Massie looked back at her list of Likes/Dislikes, and realized how much she really disliked Sasha. What had she ever seen in her? Massie tried to remember, but she'd hired Sasha a year ago and really couldn't remember. Maybe Sasha had been good for a while and was slipping. Or maybe she had always been terrible.
Either way it was quite obvious. Melissa had a great résumé, good fashion sense, and beauty. And she had said herself she would work hard, hadn't she? Her brain could help the magazine. Not that it needed helping, but Massie pushed that thought away. It didn't matter. It was out with the old and in with the fabulous new.
SMOKE MAGAZINE
MASSIE'S OFFICE
10:30 AM
Massie entered her office just as Sasha was about to scurry out. She walked over to her desk and sat down. She waited until her friends stood behind her, and Sasha had settled into her seat before calling her. "Sasha."
Sasha looked up, sighed, and struggled to release herself from her chair. She clacked down the hall as she tripped, her sandals nearly coming off. After a couple of long seconds, she finally made it to Massie's desk. "Yes?"
"Sasha," Massie said like she was scolding her dog. Sasha blushed. "I have an appointment assignment for you."
Sasha's red face turned pale in shock, and her eyes shined. She thought she was being promoted.
"Yes Massie…..Uh…..Ms. Blo- Massie- Uh, Miss?" Sasha stuttered in a breath of excitement.
"Sasha," Massie murmured. "I would like you to-"
"YES OF COURSE!" Sasha screamed, unable to control herself. Massie raised an eyebrow.
"Really?" Massie tapped her chin with a fingernail like an explorer discovering something new. "Wow, Sasha, I've never seen you this excited over a Starbucks run before."
Sasha's happiness drained. "WH-what?"
"You heard me. Get me a coffee. Black."
"Like your heart?" Sasha hissed before darting off so Massie couldn't see her angry tears.
"Oh and Sasha?" Massie called before her assistant reached the door. Sasha turned, every fiber of her being radiating hatred towards Massie.
"Yes?"
"After you bring me the coffee, I would like you to go home."
Sasha stared at Massie in confusion and stood in the doorway, head tilted. She tugged on her hair and earrings and waited. Finally, when she got no explanation, she asked, "Anything else?"
Massie's smile was so sweet and bright, Sasha felt as if she'd stepped right into a candy factory that was on fire.
Massie turned to Alicia, Kristen, Dylan, and Claire before answering: "Sasha. I want you to go home."
Sasha nodded and turned to leave but stopped as Massie finished. "And I would like you to stay there."
It took her a few minutes before Sasha realized she was fired. "Wh-"
"Good day."
Sasha stood there, unable to believe it. Her breath was drawn out ragged and short, her eyes darting bakc and forth until she sprang from the office, sobbing and stumbling until the elvator swallowed her up for the last time.
There was silence. Then-
"Nice, Mass!" Alicia said. She high-fived her.
Massie gave a real smile. "Well, it is done."
"Done."
"Done."
"Done."
"And Done."
Needless to say, Massie never did get her coffee.