Walking into Elias-Clarke's offices at 7am had never been a thrill for Andrea but after only four hours of sleep she was finding the daily task even more obnoxious than usual.

Arriving so early had only one advantage, the office was – at least for the next half an hour – free of the sound of the clackers running around in their frenzy, trying to fulfill Miranda's every need.

Andrea allowed herself to rest her head on the cold surface of her desk – eyes closed – trying to gather her thoughts.

Emily and Nigel wouldn't arrive for another half an hour and Miranda's first meeting was only scheduled for 8am so she should have the next half hour to herself. Miranda's sinful cinnamon roll was already hidden on the first drawer of the Editor's desk, Andrea had found out Miranda's weakness for the small delicacies during her third month on the job and since then everyday she would hide one of them in Miranda's desk and the Editor would eat no questions asked.

Acording to her watch it was 07.14 am when Andy got up to grab herself a cup of coffee from the machine down the hall, in the five minutes that took her to get back to her desk she found it garnished with a Louis Vuitton bag and her heart stopped beating for a second.

It couldn't be, she thought to herself, Miranda couldn't be here so early without any kind of warning, if Andrea believed in faith she would have said faith was mocking her leaving her alone with the one woman she couldn't be trusted to be around.

"Andréa, are you going to make me wait forever?" Miranda's voice came from her office making Andrea jump.

It was clearly too late to pretend she wasn't there so Andrea walked into Miranda's office taking deep steadying breaths with every step trying to keep her face expressionless, if anyone could see her in that moment they would believe her to be walking to the gallows. The office's door was open so there was no way she could possibly delay the inevitable.

"Yes, Miranda?"

Miranda was sitting at her desk with her desktop right in front of her, she was wearing one of her trademark pantsuits with a way too revealing low-cut white shirt that was already making Andrea quite dizzy. The Editor was staring right back at her, glasses hanging on the tip of her nose with an inquisitive expression plastered on her face, when Andrea kept gazing at her quietly Miranda took her glasses off completely.

"Did you hit that pretty little head of yours? Where is my coffee Andréa?"

"Fuck..." the word escaped the younger girl's lips before she could stop herself from cursing in the presence of her boss.

"Language Andréa, you have a major in journalism or so you tell me, you should be able to produce more elaborated speech shouldn't you?"

"I'm sorry Miranda... I wasn't expecting you here so early"

"Oh, and here I was thinking you were the one capable of guessing and fulfilling my every need"

The obviously not so innocent observation resulted in a rather blushing and mute Andrea opposite to a very smirking Miranda.

"I'm sorry, I'll run to Starbucks and will be back here with your coffee in a few minutes Miranda..."

"Don't be stupid Andréa, why would you run to Starbucks when we have a perfectly suitable coffee machine on this floor?" The amusement in Miranda's voice was palpable and was making Andrea blush even further if that was even possible.

"Yes, of course, I'll be right back".

Miranda watched Andrea rushing out of her office and couldn't help but smile, the girl was a disaster in so many ways and yet the Editor was finding her more and more appealing with her profound awkwardness and incessant bumbling. After so many years doing the same job – no matter how demanding or rewarding the job turned out to be – there weren't many things that could still amuse Miranda and break the increasing boredom she often found herself immersed in. However, Andréa was proving herself to be some sort of delightful distraction.

The Editor-in-chief was finding herself curious about the girl and after depriving herself for so many months she had decided to indulge in her curiosity and push the girl just enough to make her snap and she had not been disappointed with the results she'd been harvesting. The sex was very satisfying, more than with any of her husbands and the power she felt every time she would make the girl tremble with nothing but a gaze was intoxicating to say the least.

It took Andrea no more than 5 minutes to enter her office again, a cup of coffee on her hand and a very anxious expression on her face forcing Miranda to hold back the smirk that was forming on her lips.

"Finally, what took you so long?" her tone was nothing but pure dullness as she extended her hand to the cup Andrea was holding out for her.

"Stairs?"

"Are you asking or telling me Andréa? And you do know we have a lift?" Miranda's eyes returned to her computer taking a sip of her coffee and letting out something between a sigh and a moan. The sound made Andrea quiver and the girl was suddenly glad Miranda's attention was no longer on her or the Editor would have noticed Andrea biting down on her own lip to prevent herself from mimicking the sound made by the older woman.

"Yes, I know we do of course. Is there anything else I can do for you Miranda?" Andrea asked even though she was eager to get out of her boss' office and return to her desk where she could bang her head against the hard wood and hopefully give herself a concussion.

"I don't know Andrea" Miranda paused "Is there? Something you can do for me I mean?"

Andrea was sure she was about to faint or die, or both. Before the girl could snap out of whatever it was that was happening to her Miranda dismissed her.

"That's all"

When Andrea was finally back to her desk she decided to text Emily and Nigel right away, even though she couldn't quite steady her fingers or her breath.

"She's here, hurry!"