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My First ever attempt at DWP fanfiction.
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“I love my job, I love my job,
“Surely it can’t get worse
Since
“Uh uh not a chance Andy. You can a, leave it there, pretend we didn’t notice and one of us will definitely get spoken to or b, take it in yourself and face the wrath.”
“She might not mind, after all it’ll save problems later when they realise they have no belts…”
Emily laughed, “You keep telling yourself that Andy. Good luck!" Moments like this Andy often suspected Emily still hated her.
'Well here goes nothing.' she thought to herself. Knocking on the door Andy realised she was holding her breath, maybe Miranda wouldn’t mind.
"Come in..” Miranda said quietly. She looked like she could murder someone, ‘probably you for interrupting her you idiot’ Andy thought, mouth gaping open not quite being able to form words with Miranda staring at her.
“Is there a reason you feel its necessary to interrupt my meeting Andrea?” she said still staring at her assistant.
“Err sorry, these were outside, thought they might be important” Andy stuttered whilst placing the bag on the ground.
“Ah the belts I was starting to think these were a figment of your imagination..” she now glared at the designers, “thank goodness someone came to work today Andrea…That’s all.”
Andy could have sworn there was a slight, very slight smile there, ‘obviously been working to hard…’ she thought as she walked back to her desk.
“So, still alive I see Andy. That is odd... " Emily looked in at Miranda through the glass trying to assess why she did not send Andrea cowering away, "But it means you can buy first round tonight, where do you want to go” Emily says leaning back in her chair.
“Don’t mind
“Typical Andy, I still have to organise everything” Emily replied with a smirk, “I’ll text you the details when your waiting for the book so that all you need to do is turn up and buy drinks. Think you can handle that?”
“Gosh, could you not just have a cocktail waiting for me” Andy replied sticking out her tongue quickly trying to hide this gesture as Miranda’s office door opened.
Two thoroughly crushed individuals almost ran from the office, followed by Miranda.
"Tell Nigel, I have sorted it out and he is free to do want he wants with them now; confirm my lunch for tomorrow with the girls’ father tell him I appreciate him taking the time to sort this out. Emily you can go. That’s all.” Miranda breezed back into her office and closed the door.
“What was that about?” whispered Emily nodding her head in the direction of Miranda’s office.
“She always lets one of us away this time on a Friday...” said Andy looking confused.
"God those carbs must be affecting your brain! I meant the whole ‘tell him I appreciate it’ thing. I’ve never heard her say that. And she let you interrupt that meeting without firing you…” Emily whispered even quieter this time if it was possible. Andy simply shrugged her shoulders and almost jumped out of her skin when the door swung open again.
“By all means Emily, feel free to stay here and deliver the book if you do not want to leave.” Miranda raised an eyebrow and walked back to her desk. With that Emily grabbed her coat and almost ran from the office.
“Text me the details!!” Andy called after her and received a wave from the retreating Emily.
This was Andy’s favourite part of her job. Every second Friday Emily would leave early and it would just be her and Miranda in the office. This rather interesting development took place some time ago. She couldn’t remember exactly when she began to have those incredible dreams about the Editor in Chief of Runway but her job had definitely improved since then. Once she decided having these dreams was not entirely unpleasant Andy had discovered that if she positioned her chair correctly she could look at the reflection of Miranda in the office door without being spotted. She knew it was wrong to want to look at her boss in this way but she long decided this was the best way to spend her Friday afternoons as the only assistant in the office. ‘No harm in looking’ Andy would always tell herself. ‘ I mean it’s not as if I’m going to flip one day run into the office and attempt to make out with my boss..’ Andy smirked thinking exactly how interesting that scenario would be as she finished up the tasks Miranda had given earlier. Knowing the routine by now, Andy reclined a bit further whilst checking her e-mails. Miranda would be leaving the office in an hour. Andy lt out a breath and smiled, ‘Might as well enjoy the view..'
Part 2 slv1987.livejournal.com/1070.html#cutid1
- Location:My Bed
- Mood:
sleepy - Music:random playlist
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