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Andy entered the conference room apprehensively wondering how this meeting was going to unfold. Miranda was notoriously hard to please, and Andy pleaded to a higher being that Miranda was not going to drive her to distraction with her demanding requests. Although Miranda was a significant asset to the Brooks-Redmond law firm, Andy had other clients' needs to manage, and she vowed to herself she would not bow to Miranda's every whim.
Seeing Miranda seated in one of the high backed chairs at the large conference table, Andy released a breath she didn't know she had been holding. Miranda Priestly was as beautiful as she remembered, but showed vulnerability in her features that hadn't been there in Andy's previous time at Runway. Time had clearly changed the great Miranda Priestly.
"Miranda, hi" Andy breathed, hoping her nervousness would not be noticed by the woman before her. "How are you?"
Instead of replying to Andy's greeting Miranda began appraising her appearance, and as her eyes roamed over Andy's figure a small but brief smile appeared on Miranda's features.
"Andrea" Miranda drew out her name, "Stop this irrelevant chatter and let's get this started. I want a divorce. And you seem to be the only competent lawyer in New York City, so obviously I want you."
Andy was momentarily shocked and she tried to school her expression into one of normality. Since leaving Runway, Andy had religiously followed media reports of Miranda Priestly and had learnt that two years after leaving Miranda in Paris Miranda had remarried her first husband Hugh, the father of her twin daughters Caroline and Cassidy. Recent articles had shown the family were happy together, even going as far as to pronounce the Devil really did have a heart.
"Of course Miranda" Andy retrieved her notepad from her briefcase, "But I need details. The reason for the divorce primarily and then there's the twins to consider-"
"The girls have nothing to do with this." Anger flared behind Miranda's eyes. "He gave up the right to see them when he decided he was going to fuck his secretary behind my back!".
"I'm so sorry Miranda" Memories of their time in Paris returned, and remembering the wounded expression on Miranda's face when she told Andy about her divorce from Stephen, she reached across the table and covered Miranda's hand with her own. Andy felt heat where their hands met and butterflies erupted in her stomach. Confusion clouded Andy's expression as she met Miranda's gaze. She saw something beyond the depths of those pale blue eyes before Miranda abruptly pulled her hand away from Andy's grasp. Miranda's glare told of her displeasure and Andy opened her mouth to apologise when Katrina chose that moment to enter the room carrying Miranda's laté.
"Is there anything else I can get for you Andy? Miranda?" Welcoming the interruption Andy gave Katrina a one hundred watt smile, causing the younger woman to blush furiously and lower her gaze to the floor.
Turning to Miranda, Andy addressed the woman "Do you need anything else Miranda? I remembered your laté, but if there is anything else you need…" Andy trailed off but was forced to turn her attention back to Katrina when Miranda's only response was to purse her lips and look out at the New York sky line beyond the window.
"No thanks Kat, everything is ok here. Could you just make sure that my tickets for the Ball tonight are on my desk, and confirm with Morgan that he's to pick me up at seven thirty at my place."
"Sure" Katrina replied and turned to go, leaving Miranda and Andy alone again.
Still embarrassed from Miranda's rejection, Andy peered at Miranda from under her eyelashes not knowing how to initiate a conversation. The look on Miranda's face was a mixture of pain and something that Andy could not quite read. The need for the silence to be broken was overwhelming. Andy however, who's profession relied on her ability to utilize words, could not think of a coherent sentence and silence hung over the room.
"I'm sorry" Andy uttered finally, wanting to break the unbearable silence.
"Yes, well I suppose I need my lawyer to be…" Miranda paused thinking of the right word "Sympathetic"
"Miranda I-
"That's all" Miranda abruptly rose from her chair and made her way graciously towards the exit. She paused in the doorway and looked at Andy with a curious expression. "I'll have Emily call you". And with that, Miranda left the building housing the offices of the Brooks-Redmond law firm, leaving a thoroughly confused and frustrated Andy seated at the conference table.
At 6pm Andy found herself in her apartment, pouring over the paperwork sent over to her by Hugh's lawyer Cole Hays. Reading through the document Andy found she became increasingly frustrated by the demands being made by Hugh and at one point chuckled to herself at his ridiculous request to keep all of the artwork in their shared townhouse. Discussions with Miranda would need to be arranged and Andy knew Miranda would not give in without a fight. It was clear this divorce was going to be a difficult process and there was a sure guarantee of a media-frenzy as with Miranda's previous publicly aired divorces. Making another brief note, Andy shut down her computer and proceeded to enter her en-suite bathroom to get ready for the evenings NYC Charity Ball. Undressing and turning on the shower, Andy checked the temperature before stepping under the spray. Finishing her routine of washing and shaving Andy began to relax as the day's events came streaming back to her. Particularly her meeting with Miranda. Remembering the feelings that rushed through her body when she touched Miranda's hand a familiar ache began between her legs. Andy furrowed her brow in uncertainty as she moved her hand down between her folds to find a growing wetness. Images of Miranda developed in her mind as she entered herself with two fingers and proceeded to bring herself to an intense orgasm.
Her feelings confused Andy more than she cared to admit as she had never thought of Miranda in a romantic capacity before.
"Fuck" Andy whispered to herself. "You can't have feelings for Miranda! You just can't. She ruined your life, prevented you from getting your dream job". Andy continued to berate herself as she stepped out of the shower, applied her makeup and changed into a stunning red dress. She was somewhat relieved when she was interrupted by a knocking on the door and ran to open it finding her regular driver Morgan on the other side.
"Hey Andy" he said as he took off his hat "You look stunning as usual". Morgan was like a father figure to Andy and she blushed hitting him playfully on the arm.
"Bet you say that to all the girls" Andy replied laughing. "Just let me grab my purse and we can get outta here"
Andy disappeared inside her apartment and returned minutes later, where Morgan escorted Andy to the company car. Katrina, Andy's assistant, was already waiting in the car for her and began to brief Andy on the itinerary of the evening. With her thoughts wondering towards Miranda Priestly she barely heard Katrina until she felt a hand resting on her knee.
"You ok Andy?"
"Wha- yeah, yeah I'm fine. Just a little tired I suppose." Andy gave her a weak smile which Katrina returned.
Katrina hesitated before adding "You look gorgeous tonight Andy. I wish I could meet someone like you."
Andy was stunned for a moment not knowing how to handle Katrina's statement. Was she flirting with her? Andy recovered quickly deciding to evade the underlying intention of her announcement.
"You're a great woman Kat, and I'm sure there's a woman out there who is perfect for you."
The disappointed look that crossed Katrina's face made it evident to Andy that she had in fact been flirting with her and it made Andy feel guilty to know that she had crushed the younger woman's spirit. As the company car slowly came to a stop outside the venue Andy offered her hand to Katrina gently pulling her out of the car hoping the gesture would soothe the woman slightly. It wasn't that Andy didn't find Katrina attractive. She did. It was just that she herself had feelings for someone else. And that person was Miranda Priestly.