Chapter 1

The office was as busy as ever. Andy was on the phone while typing emails when she got a text that Miranda was on her way up.

"Crap...sorry...okay...I've got to go Patrick. I will make sure Miranda calls you as soon as possible." She disconnected the call and hurried to the elevator with her notepad and her pen.

"Good morning, Miranda." She smiled her brightest smile at the editor. She admired her boss very much. Actually, if she was honest with herself, Andy loved her, but she would never admit that to anyone other than Nigel.

Nigel had become her best friend and they shared all sorts of things during happy hour at the bar around the corner from Elias Clarke. And one night she admitted to him, while in a very drunk state, that she was in love with her boss. Nigel had been shocked but tried to comfort his friend.

She knew Miranda was straight and was too successful and important to even contemplate being with her. At least that's what she thought to herself.

"I am furious with the result of the book last night, take it to the art department. They better fix this or else...Also, I want the pictures of the last photo shoot no later than 11 am. I didn't have time to eat this morning so bring me early lunch from Smith and Wollensky. Also, I want..." She was interrupted by Andy who finished that sentence for her.

"...your coffee, I just put it on your desk. I also managed to get the pictures sent by email and forwarded them to you. Patrick asked me if you could call him because he had some questions about the shoot. I also pushed your massage appointment to tomorrow so you can meet Lagerfeld at 2 pm." Andy let Miranda know she was managing her schedule with ease.

Miranda stopped in front of Andy's desk and looked at her assistant with something Andy thought looked like pride. "Very good, Andrea. Now, I hope my coffee is not cold."

"No. It's was brought in a thermos mug so it's scalding hot." Andy replied proudly.

Miranda nodded and offered a small smile. She walked into her office while Andy picked up the book and strode off towards the art department. She was really proud of her Andrea. She did such a good job as her assistant and if she was honest she was devastated that her year was almost up. She didn't want to lose her. As an assistant, of course.

Miranda spoke to Patrick and he didn't have good news for her. Some of the photos had been deleted by his unprofessional new assistant or better-said ex-assistant. Since the photographs, sent to her email, just a small selection that had been saved, he suggested a re-shoot as soon as possible. Miranda was furious. It meant more money and the budget was already too low for the July issue, which also meant another discussion with her most favourite board member - Irv.

After discussing the possible re-shoot with Patrick, Nigel burst into her office. "Miranda, I refuse to work with this. Look at this, we need to find a solution for it. I suggest the other hat and belt otherwise she looks like a peacock." He dramatized and showed her the advertisement.

"Well, since we need to re-shoot we can book her once more with the other outfit. I will arrange it. That's all." Miranda fired at him and Nigel knew it was best to leave quickly since all she'd got that morning was bad news.

"Andrea?" Miranda called very quietly.

Andy knew by Miranda's tone that there was trouble. She hurried in her office caught snippets of what happened that morning from the instructions the editor fired off. She now needed to rearrange the editor's whole schedule and organise the new shoot. Upon hearing Miranda's signature 'That's all' Andy walked out of the office and went straight back to work. A few moments later, seeing the time she hurried to get Miranda's lunch and returned back to the office 25 minutes later. Within two minutes of landing on the Runway level, she arrived at Miranda's desk with a tray. "Here you go, Miranda."

Miranda looked at her annoyed. "I don't want that. I need to go speak with Irv, call his assistant and let her know I am on my way."

Andy was really worried about Miranda. She hadn't eaten much and she had a lot of stress which couldn't be good.

Miranda shot up out of her seat and made to walk past her assistant when she swayed a little. Miranda caught herself on her desk and took a deep breath.

"Oh shoot. Miranda, are you alright? I really think you should eat something first." Andy tried to coax.

"Andrea, I am perfectly fine. And I do not need you to tell me when to eat." Miranda hissed. She pulled herself together quickly and passed Andy giving her a deadly glare as if challenging her to argue further.

Andy got rid of the tray and made sure to call Sharon to let her know that Miranda was on her way. They both knew this couldn't be good and congratulated each other to their shitty day.

Andy didn't see Miranda for the next couple of hours because after the meeting with Irv she went straight to a meeting with Karl Lagerfeld. She had plenty of time to arrange everything Miranda wanted. When Miranda walked by she looked very tired, stressed and pissed. There was no other word to describe it after the way she looked at Andy. When she closed the door to her office she knew the dragon was breathing fire.

That's exactly what she texted Nigel, trying to avoid any more stress from the art department. He just sent her an emoji back with a little dragon and Andy chuckled.

Andy had been so busy she hadn't had time to eat anything either, so she decided to have a little snack. Since Emily was on vacation in London she'd been doing both jobs, which meant double the work. She always brought a sandwich and hid it in her desk. Making sure Miranda's door was still closed, she took a few bites and felt much better but she was thirsty.

She got herself some water from the kitchen and as she passed Miranda's door she glanced inside. She stalled when she noticed Miranda's feet at the side of her desk at a weird angle. As is she was lying next to her desk.

Andy's s eyes widened and she rushed into the office. Miranda was really on the floor gasping for her and moaning in pain.

"Miranda, oh my god, what's wrong?" She hurried to her side and knelt beside her on the floor. She took her hand.

"It hurts...please...help me." Miranda gasped. Andy took the phone from Miranda's desk and dialled 911.

"Where does it hurt, Miranda?" Fuck hit asking questions.

Miranda was having trouble breathing. "My heart..."

TBC