Mamma Mia / Devil Wears Prada - Dolce & The Dynamos

Dancing Queen

Miranda tapped her perfectly manicured nails off her desk as she listened in on the drama unfolding outside her office.
"Look, I'm not stupid. I know that only the most powerful stay on the bulletin and to be honest I know Miranda doesn't like to lift a finger when she doesn't have to so I wouldn't be surprised if you were the one having to say until twelve at night going through it" Tanya's voice echoed through the telephone receiver.
Tanya had now been holding up Miranda's office line for thirteen long minutes and all because her obnoxious friend wasn't bothering to answer her blackberry. Rosie and Tanya were surprised that it didn't have an assistant of its own.
Andrea and Emily's eyes met as they looked over at each other from their desks. They were both thinking the same thing. This woman was stubborn, she seemed to know as much about Miranda as they did and she was holding up the line meaning that people with proper problems, or as urgent as a problem in a fashion magazine could be, were waiting for this long and very irritating caller to hang up. This meant that the longer this arguing went on, the more angry foreign designers Andrea and Emily were going to have to listen to.
Acting from an agreeing nod from Emily, Andrea snapped her notebook shut as she tried to get a word in edge ways "listen....I will probably get my head bitten off but what if I was to go and mention your names to Miranda.....then will you let me get on with my work"
"Finally" Tanya muttered "you tell her that Tanya and Rosie are on the line and we are not leaving until she picks up"
"Ok" Andrea wrote a quick note onto a piece of paper. Knowing Miranda, Andrea would only get two words in before she made another list of demands.
"Also ask her is she too posh to pick up her cell"
Looking up at Emily, who shook her head, Andrea decided that it would probably be best to leave that bit out.
"Ok" Andrea sighed "stay on the line and I'll go and ask her"
Setting the phone down, Andrea stood up and took a deep breath.
"Going luck" Emily chuckled as she quickly typed out an email "they haven't a hope in hell of getting through to her"
Knocking the door, Andrea looked down at the piece of paper that was crumpled in her hand.
"Yes"
No one ever knocked on Miranda's door. Her assistants had never dared to before and anyone else would have to get past Emily and Andrea before they could even step past their desks.
Miranda spun around, curiosity overcoming her.
"I have a very persistent person on the line for you" Andrea leaned her back against the large glass door, keeping it open so she could easily run for it if she needed to.
"I hand pick each item that appears in every runway issue and you answer the phones. Those are our jobs, those are the tasks we are payed to carry out and I suggest we stick to them" Miranda slowly lifted herself from her seat and made her way round to the other side of her desk.
"I understand that Miranda, honesty I do" Andrea stuttered "they have been holding up the office lines for the last fifteen minutes"
Pinching the top of her nose, Miranda closed her eyes momentarily and sighed as she placed one of her hands on the side of her desk to steady herself "Andrea are you telling me that you have let some idiot hold up my office line for the past fifteen minutes"
"Yes....?" Andrea answered slowly realising that time in runway meant money.
"Get rid of them" Miranda told her after a short silence, waving her hand up in the air as she made her way back to her office chair.
Miranda set her glasses down and peered up at the young girl who seemed to stay within the walls of her office in deep thought.
"Hang up" Miranda rolled her eyes and put her hand out as if it was the most obvious thing in the world and to be honest, it probably was.

~

"An-dr-ea" Miranda called.
Andrea sprinted in notebook in hand, barely making it through the door in time for Miranda's list of orders.
"Tell Simone I'm not going to approve that girl that she sent me for the Brazilian layout. I asked for clean, athletic, smiling. She sent me dirty, tired and paunchy. And R.S.V.P. Yes to Michael Kors' party, I want the driver to drop me off at 9:30 and pick me up at 9:45 sharp. Call Natalie at Glorious Foods and tell her no for the 40th time. No! I don't want dacquoise. I want tortes filled with warm rhubarb compote. Then call my ex-husband and remind him that the parent-teacher conference is at Dalton tonight. Speaking about ex-husbands, has my letter been delivered safely?"
Speedily writing the latest list of demands down, Andrea stopped when she got to the question. Miranda never asked questions. Life with Miranda was usually filled with demands and rhetorical questions with insults threaded in between.
"Your letter" Andrea stuttered.
"Yes an-dr-ea. A letter, a written piece of communication that has been used by man for thousands of years. Most commonly stored in a A4 envelope. Need I go on" Miranda glanced up at Andrea.
"Yes Miranda, your letter. I personally hand delivered it this morning" Andrea muttered.
Opening her mouth to speak, Miranda quickly shut it again and instead moved her hand to lift the small telephone receiver.
Andrea took it as her time to leave but she'd barely reached the door before her name was once again uttered from Miranda's lips.
"An-dr-ea. I hope you value your career enough to know that this cannot and will not get out" Miranda barely parted her lips as the words rolled off her tongue.
"Yes Miranda" Andrea answered.
Hitting the last digit of the telephone number, Miranda glanced up at Andrea as she held the phone receiver to her ear.
"That's all"