A/N: See Chapter 1 for disclaimers

Chapter 2

Less than two minutes after Andy had arrived at her desk she recieved an email from Sarah who was the lead team editor for the Sex and Health section of Runway. The email provided a not so subtle 'we are screwed and in panic mode' opening of how Caitlin had just decided to up and quit, on the premise that she was burnt out. In addition to the plea for an extended deadline, there was also an attachment that contained Caitlin's notes on what she had written thus far. As Andy began to read, she exclaimed "Oh my god! You have got to be freaking kidding me!?" and the she turned beet red as she realized Miranda had been walking by her desk.

"Andrea?"

"Um, yes Miranda?" Andy squeeked.

"Is there something you are unable to handle?"

Seeing the smirk on Miranda's face made Andy realize that her boss had already known what the article was going to be about before asking her if she would like to write it. She had been set up. They both knew that Sarah should technically be the one to step in and cover Caitlin's slack. It had happened before in other featured sections of the magazine. When Hector, their restaurant correspondent, had gotten food poisoning then the Food and Wine editor Leah had stepped in to complete his article.

Andy looked again at the concept of the article: 'How Dildos have become Fashionable, and How the latest hold up in Pleasuring.' Andy was not about to be bested by this. If she could pull miracles off and retrieve an unpublished Harry Potter manuscript, then this would be a cake walk. Even if this article meant she would have to include personal pictures of her vagina, she would write it. Who knows, maybe Miranda might even get off on her writing? Images of Miranda self-pleasuring suddenly had Andy distracted. But then she gathered what was left of her brain and responded, "Oh no. In fact, I will be able to handle this quite effectively... and efficiently." She purposely but timidly snaked out the tip of her tongue before biting her lower lip to feign deep contemplation.

Miranda's throat seemed to be sticking together as she imagined just how efficient Andrea would be. Looking composed on the outside she leaned over using the low cut of her dress as payback for Andrea's fake lip biting and managed to whisper, "The article will not write itself Andrea. Do go to Sarah's office at a glacial pace."

Feeling both brazen and beyond sexually frustrated, Andy murmured "Some prefer a slower pace."

The only other time Miranda had ever given her the look she was now receiving was when she had been tricked by the twins to take the book upstairs. Damn, I'm going to have to fetch fucking JK Rowling this time! Andy cringed before stumbling out of her chair and over to the elevators at anything but a glacial pace.

Andy entered the office three floors below, "Hey Sarah. I'm Andy. Andy Sachs. Miranda sent me to complete Caitlin's article."

"Oh, hey. In fact she just called to let me know you were on your way down here." Sarah was very slim and petite. She had semi short wavy blonde hair and was also clearly athletic making it easy to understand why she was on the 'Sex and Health' staff.

Wow Miranda called her? Like called her herself? But Andy would have to sideline her thoughts as Sarah continued to talk.

"So basically Caitlin walked out and if you've had a chance to look over the email that I had sent to Miranda then you already know the gist of the article. I realize it may seem a bit 'Cosmo' but we are always a cut above in our writing. We are not looking for a salacious trashy article. We are looking for tasteful. You of course are more than welcome to use Caitlin's notes. She had only just started on it so none of the product testing has been done."

Walking over to a filing cabinet, Sarah pulled out a large black Marc Jacobs tote. "Here are the products that Adult Aphrodite sent. They actually sent an entire array of items, but it's these three here that your focus will be on: the X-tacy model, the Luck Yeah and the Pocket Parisian model -named of course after the city of love. These things are expensive but they are cheaper than a man and you don't have to worry about chest hair." Sarah said as she pulled out the three packaged objects.

"Anyway, there really is a new trend with having elite self pleasuring products that are also fashionable. Women no longer have to settle for just the regular flesh tone or purple. Now they can get these in an array of colors and even designs like leopard print. So, if we can convince Holly, Jane, or Millie, that one of these will fit nicely in the Fendi purse we have featured on page 47, then our sponsors will be happy. And happy sponsors mean more dollars for Runway. I need the article completed in three days. You have my contact info, but for the love of god I seriously hope you don't actually need help with this." Just like every other person at Runway, Sarah was stressed out and did not have time to babysit some new writer. She had never worked with Andy nor had she ever read any of the young woman's work. But Miranda was Editor in Chief for a reason and she was also her boss.

"Um, no. I will be fine." Andy tried to say it with more conviction than she actually felt.

"Alright. Three days Andy. I've never had Miranda personally handpick someone to come help me. In fact, I've never had her technically help me at all, so I am going to trust your ability to handle this article." Sarah said while giving Andy a curious glance.

Andy's innate need to defend Miranda flared up in her. Everyday people, co-workers, and staff were always quick to put down her boss's managerial style. Why couldn't they understand that there really was a method to her seemingly madness? Miranda just wanted people to realize their inner strength; to believe in themselves without being spoon-fed instructions.

"But Miranda does help you." Sarah's eyes widened and immediately Andy realized that she better explain quickly. "See, when Miranda doesn't interfere it's because she's giving you the power to do your job. She's letting you make your own decisions about how you want your department ran. And I'm not sure why this time she stepped in, but from your email you guys seemed really up against the wall." Andy offered.

"You make a great point Andy. No wonder she likes you." Sarah smiled and believed in Andy's words.

"Well, I'm not so sure about how much she likes me, but I promise you that I will have the article to you by deadline if not before." grabbing the bag Andy headed back upstairs.