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I also don't own Meryl Streep which is truly a shame *cries*.

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(this is a new version of this chapter after being beta-read by the amazing mermaidrina who has been amazing to me in all this process. She also beta-read the first chapter so you should be really thanking her for any quality at all in it. Beside being the person who I trust my fanfics she is also a personal friend so this one is for her, for the amazing person and friend she is and for being by my side even when I take months to upload)

It was past midnight, the townhouse was especially calm now that the girls were already in bed and the only person awake was Miranda herself sitting in her home office.

The whole day had been spent in painfully useless meetings with mediocre designers able to bore her to death in no more than five minutes. The last conversation of the day had been particularly dreadful, another argument with Stephen, another battle of accusations being played back and forth between them. He said nothing that could be presented as new to her, she knew perfectly well she was obsessed with her career; she was well informed about how many hours a week she usually spent with her daughters or at home at all.

However, despite this knowledge and Stephen's threat of divorcing her if she didn't rearrange her priorities, she couldn't bring herself to stop, to give up on years of hard work, sleepless nights at the office, fetching other people's coffee for so many years until she was finally at the top of the "food chain". Miranda, despite everyone else's beliefs, didn't came out of her mother's womb dressed in Prada and with the world at her Jimmy Choo's.

Thinking about Jimmy Choo's brought to mind none other than her second assistant. After all, the day Andrea put on her first pair of Jimmy Choo's was probably the first time Miranda actually saw the girl in front of her. She had looked to Andrea every day for weeks, but only on that faithful day had she really seen the woman.

No matter how hard she tried the earlier events of that day were stuck in her mind.

It was past midnight already and she was trying to keep herself awake, she realized earlier that closing her eyes was an invitation to the feeling of Andrea's lips all over her.

Miranda could almost feel those lips where she needed them most and she closed her eyes trying to capture the memory and the scent that was haunting her.

She couldn't help that warmth between her legs bothering her all day, making it impossible for her to focus on work or anything at all.

The girls were already asleep and she was alone at last so why bother fighting the need between her thighs.

Letting out a deep sigh she slipped her hand beneath her skirt, pulling it up slightly to allow her better access, she knew it wouldn't take long to bring herself over the edge, the thought of Andy's mouth on her early that day was almost enough.

It didn't take long until she was biting down her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, trying to mute the pleasure sounds she knew were about to leave her mouth without her consent. She could feel her nails inside, scratching, going deeper than she usually allowed herself while her kids were home. A few minutes later she had come undone ruining yet another pair of Veneta's underwear, another crime she would hold Andrea responsible for.

A call at 6 in the morning made Andrea jump out of bed, she had only slept 4 hours that night and couldn't figure out if the day ahead of her should make her excited or simply terrified.

"I hope someone is dying, for you to be calling me at this hour Emily" Andrea let out, already in her kitchen, trying to pour herself a glass of water.

"You have two hours to get dressed, go down town, pick up the outfits for today's photoshoot, bring them to the office, call Valentino's secretary and reschedule their lunch meeting for tomorrow. Then you need to go out again, grab Miranda's coffee..." Andrea was still half asleep which made it really hard for her to take mental notes of everything she was being told.

"Just wait a clock tick Emily! I thought the photoshoot was scheduled for this afternoon, why in hell do I need to get the outfits so early in the morning?!"

She heard a loud sigh from the other side of the phone "Miranda changed the schedule, are you really that surprised?"

"But why? This photoshoot has been scheduled for weeks, everyone's agenda was carefully rearranged according to that"

"Andrea, my job is to make sure Miranda's orders are followed, your job is to follow them. None of our jobs includes trying to figure out why Miranda Priestly acts like Miranda Priestly. So, unless you want a reason to start searching for another job, I suggest that you get out of bed, get dressed and be here before 7.30, bye"

"BUT EMILY…" the call died before Andrea had the chance to protest yet again.

In 20 minutes Andrea was fully dress and her and her Jimmy Choo's had flew down three flights of stairs.

"This is going to be a hell of a day"