"I simply do not uhn-der-stand what is so difficult."

Emily, sitting at her desk, sucked in her lips and smiled as Andy hurried into the anteroom, face flaming, sitting at her desk with a shaking hand dialing a number, squinting at the computer, catching sight of Emily.

Andy's attempt at a squint and frown, became immersed in the business of responding to the call on the other line, and her eyebrows knit together and her face lit up.

"Oh, hel -lo - "

Nigel appeared in a corridor, gesturing to Emily who rose from her desk with a hiss and a whisper.

"What?"

"She's going to Los Angeles," Nigel ran his hand over the back of his shaved head, "The Closet's a mess, she wants everything and we've got no time to prepare."

Andy laughed at her desk, and Emily glanced over her shoulder, and Nigel too, to where Andy was fiddling with her hair and nodding on the phone.

"Probably talking to her boyfriend," Emily sniffed, folding her arms. "She does that, you know. She spends ages getting coffee."

"Well," Nigel turned, "You'd best prepare. You're staying here."

Emily smiled at Nigel's back, and turned with a snarky look to Andy, walking over, where Andy was hanging up the phone.

"Success!" Andy beamed, "I got Cara to look after the twins, I've got drivers lined up and all her flights are arranged. It just takes a bit of positive thinking."

Emily leaned in slightly. "You do know she means to take you with her?"

Andy's face was clouded with confusion then excitement. "Really? To LA?"

"Yes - to LA!" Emily mimicked, and Andy's smile slipped. Emily sat at her desk. "And you'd better get everything right, Andrea. You'll be representing Runway , and she hates these sorts of things."

Andy leaned over the desk. "Um, what exactly is she doing there - "

"Emily."

Andy glanced up, panicked, as Emily head-nodded in the direction. Andy grabbed a pencil which fell off the desk, skittering into the large office. Emily's phone rang and she answered it.

"Miranda Priestly's office - "

Emily typed and nodded and hung up, standing at a printer attaching the latest Bulletin to the clipboard. She glanced up as Andy came back in to the anteroom, her face red, heading for the phone.

"What did she want?" Emily hissed, sitting back down at her desk.

"Um," Andy picked up the phone, nodding and talking to herself, dialing. Emily watched as Andy held the phone to her ear, waiting. "Oh, hello. I wondered if I could be put through to - "

Andy glanced at her palm, and Emily sighed and shook her head. Andy glanced up, covering the mouthpiece, whispering to Emily.

"She said she wants to talk to Roopall ."