No hugging took place. They both knew the assistants were watching. Andy let her hands rest lightly on the most beautiful pair of shoulders she's ever seen. Baby steps, she said to herself. At least Miranda didn't shrug her off.

"I know a way out of this, Miranda. I can make this go away. "

Andy's words sounded just as self-assured as they were meant to reassure. Miranda wasn't sure whether to feel irked or relieved. She felt so much better with Andrea around, there was simply no denying that.

"I'm in pain," the lady fessed up. "There is something… there has been something massively off recently. I have not been myself. Nobody to… nobody to discuss things with… wild thoughts… foot in the mouth moments piling up… zone-outs in the middle of business. Horrible. I have been losing sleep. And then, all this nonsense. This isn't ME, Andrea!"

"I'm here to help, Miranda. You do realize I know you better than anyone else. " Andy herself raised an eyebrow at her sudden self-confidence. Greg has obviously not stopped scripting her words, they had had a small agreement that he'd go on scripting Andy's lines – but not Miranda's – during this office meeting. After that, Andy was to take full control. She had to admit, the wardrobe idea had been a brilliant one, especially the funny shirt was a game-changer.

"I don't want you, Andrea." Miranda's head hung low. "Hateful girl. You left me when I needed you the most. I trusted you so completely. I wanted us to rule the whole biz together. Look where it got me! "

"I'm sorry but I had to get my own footing in life. And you have to know, fashion will never really be my thing. But if it's any consolation, I fell for you even harder after I left y … after I left Runway. "

Andy's eyes widened. She hadn't plan to say this so bluntly, let alone in Miranda's steel and glass headquarters! But Greg was the unstoppable force behind this scene. He had always advised Andy to keep things simple, and by God he did.

"So, what is happening now, dear? Are you taming me?" Miranda tried to sound ironic but her soft, shaky voice was back.

"That's… one way of putting it. I just want to be a part of your life again because I desperately miss you. Take me back, and the weirdness will go away. Promise."

A low grunt was the response Miranda was capable of.

"Come on, let's get you home Miranda. We surely want that shirt of yours off. " Andy said, and she rolled her eyes immediately. "Gosh, Greg, that's overkill!"

"What's that?" Miranda asked weakly. "All right – take me home and just, just stay with me this time. And don't get your hopes up. I'm a bit of a difficult person."

Andy's lovely smile lit up. "I know, Miranda. You've been making that abundantly clear. And I love you for it even more."

She was so happy, and Miranda so out of sorts, that neither of them remembered to cover the troublesome shirt. As they made their way out, Emily and Joanna cast horrified looks at the front of Miranda's tee. If that was a shock, the back finished them off completely.

"Psssst… is this, like, the new trend? SORRY I'M A BITCH, I NEED A HUG shirts? " Joanna whispered. "I think it's so bold and fresh! Like, readers relate more to…"

"Joanna, you need to go extinct, " Emily snapped. She tried to wrap her head around today's crisis. "Actually, you need a drink and so do I. " she pulled out a bottle of Scotch.

In the meantime, Andy and Roy safely steered Miranda home. Roy the loyal chauffeur didn't blink nor comment at the sight of SORRY I'M A BITCH, I NEED A HUG.

As Andy helped her lady love out of the car, she turned to thank Roy.

"No problem Miss Andrea. Hug her plenty and don't run off on her again!"

"I'm here to stay, Roy," Andy winked. She also made a silent promise to hug Greg for all his good work. And, for putting love first.

THE END