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Show: The Devil wears Prada
Pairing: Miranda/Andy

Summary : What about Priestly Crime Syndicate?What about a deeper, more profount type of betrayal than tossing a ringing cell phone in a water fountain somewhere in Paris?

Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me, no profit. I am just borrowing them and playing with them. I will put them back in place, honest! Creative comments and corrections so very welcome!

I am extremely nervous. O.k., I know I am stating the obvious. The whole plan was kind of… fishy. I usually have an item as a goal, learn the security surrounding it and then steal. This was out of the area of my expertise. This was more like a bad action movie. I really do not know what I am doing here. I am on the verge of running. There is still time. As far as I know, this Miranda Priestly may be a member of the Mafia, or something of the sort! Damn Christian! ‘The less you know about her, the better you will fit in your role!’ Easy for you to say! You do not have to seduce her and make a foul out of her or live as a fugitive the rest of your days.

            Ouf, thank God, someone just got in. Curious little man, shortish, bald…mmm, is he gay? Ah, and here is Christian, at last! And who is this who seems to seem like she is going to faint due to lack of nourishment? Is she Ms.Priestly’s lover?

            ‘Welcome, welcome! I am Nigel. I am the right hand of Miranda, if I say so myself. This is Christian, the left hand, I guess and the beautiful redhead is Emily, the secretary. Miranda will join us shortly! You must be Nate and you my dear, must be Andy! Hmmm!’ I really do not like the way the man, Nigel is looking at me, staring to be accurate. I feel like I am a scientific project! ‘Who is Miranda?’ I blurt before I can check myself, it seems I would do anything to get away from the stares. What could possibly go worse?

            O.k., I spoke too soon. Nigel looks at me in perfect astonishment, then looks at Nate, then at me again shock the prominent emotion masking his features. Christian shows momentarily amusement, but it quickly passes to give way to fake surprise and curiosity. I think I heard a gasp and a snort simultaneously but I am not sure: sound was muffled due to the ruckus that my blood produced as it rushed to my face.

            ‘ I am Miranda Priestly’ I heard an arrogant voice say. Only then I dared to look up. I was not prepared. I could never have been prepared for this sight or this woman, shining with charisma and power. The word ‘intoxicating’ was already formed in my brain by my treacherous thoughts. Short white hair artistically styled, blue eyes with a remarkable intensity and a sinful, drool-worthy body dressed in style to flatter it to its max. I am sure she was still talking because I was staring at her lips and there were still moving. Until her head turned, and I heard her rude remark ‘I asked you your name. Is she deaf or plainly slow?’

           Problem number one, ‘sinful’, ‘drool-worthy’, ‘staring at her lips’ , what exactly is my problem? Problem numbers two, the woman was a bitch, a very evil one at that, which leads us to problem number three, right about now, you should really find your tongue and answer the question! Let’s start with number three! ‘I assure you, Miranda; I am neither retarded nor deaf. My name is Andrea, but everybody calls me Andy, please feel free to do so!’ I replied with a wide smile that I did not feel. ‘Well, she actually speaks’ Miranda said, giving me the most thorough once-over I was ever subjected in my life.

            It was different, the wave of fire and the longing for her approval. Different and more intense than everything I have ever felt before. She managed to erase everything my nerve-endings have ever registered and to make new sensory memories in 5 minutes trough our meeting. Who was this woman and what was she doing to me and my body? I had the almost unquenchable urge to melt under her gaze. But the distant memory of the mission was enough to shake me out of my stupor and bring survival to the forefront. Every strange emotion found its appropriate excuse and denial was firmly built in place. Everything must go according to plan.

            So, I smiled seductively, but not overly so. I gave all the right answers and did all the right moves. I saw her lips trembling to hide a smile. I gave a great show. I made a great first impression. The game was on!

The next week ( Andy’s journal), 3 months and 2 weeks prior

This week was hellish! It was filled with plans for our first big heist under the ‘Priestly Criminal Syndicate’ banner. I was near Her all week making plans for a heist, adjusting strategies, making ‘professional’ plans. I was always watching her. I was becoming progressively mesmerized by her, her beauty, her sexiness, her mind and spirit, her cruelty and the slight sweetness deep inside her. I once heard her talking to her daughters. I think that was the moment I fell in love with her. Lust was an old story, by now. I was  dreaming of her fucking me after the first meeting. I was totally lost between the mission and my emotions. The lines were blurred, boundaries were lost and even my confusion had a streak of freedom and a taste of emancipation. I never before felt such a heady feeling since my fathers’ suicide. And every time I recalled my fathers’ suicide, a bitter taste called hate filled my mouth. And I recalled my target, my cause, my revenge. Today, though, it is about work. No more emotins. No room for thoughts, no room for revenge. Just getting ready for the immediate future, and for survival. I admit I am a little nervous. Getting to know this woman this past week, I have reasons to believe this heist is some sort of plan to test our abilities.

It will not be easy to get her to trust me. She is wise and cunning. She knows her business and I am led to believe that nobody can do what she does. She probably knows many tricks and standard plans. She thinks she is invincible. She is arrogant. That may be her weakness.

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