Title: Representing Miranda Priestly
Fandom: The Devil Wears Prada
Disclaimer: Not mine. Belongs to Lauren Weisberger yada yada
Rating: PG (for now)Summary: AU. Prompt by Anonymous over on LiveJournal. Miranda does not give Andy the recommendation after
Disclaimer: Not mine yada, yada
Author’s Note: Ok, I admit I can’t actually remember what coffee Miranda drinks, and I’m too lazy to go and check….
In preparation for her meeting with Miranda, Andy found herself scrutinising her appearance in the restroom mirror, hoping she would still meet Miranda’s high, yet sometimes impossible to meet standards. Since her time at Runway Andy had maintained her size four figure and her substantial salary afforded her the advantage of keeping up with the ever changing fashion industry. Today Andy wore a Chanel power suit and a pair of stunning, yet uncomfortable pair of Jimmy Choos attracting the attention of many male and even female colleagues. Even so, Andy had become increasingly nervous as the time of her meeting with Miranda came closer with the need to please Miranda coming flooding back.
“Oh, thank God you’re here!” cried a breathless and obviously anxious Katrina. “Miranda Priestly is here. I’ve shown her to the conference room, and she demanded to see you” Katrina checks her watch “like ten minutes ago
“Oh, shit she’s early. How do I look?” The need for reassurance overtook the normally confident and assured Andy as she smoothed down her already perfect hair.
“Beautiful”. Katrina blushed. “I mean erm, good”
Andy in her distress missed the unintentionally slip of the tongue and continued to try and tame her hair.
“Ok, I can do this”. Andy breathed deeply trying to assume her professional façade. “Katrina could you please get me my dictaphone, and meet me in the conference room. Oh, and I hate to ask but could you run across the street to Starbucks and get Miranda a large laté, extra cinnamon, extra hot?” Without waiting for an answer, Andy ran towards the conference room earning amused glances from her colleagues. Pausing in front of the door, Andy continued her inner mantra of I can do this before opening the door and coming face to face with her former boss. The boss who had trampled her lifelong ambition of becoming a journalist.