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Title: Driving Miranda – Chapter 2

Author: Widdy
Disclaimer: I don't own the Devil Wears Prada, or Miranda or Andy, unfortunately someone else does so I'm just borrowing them I will return them after I'm done.
Rating: PG for now!

Feedback: Yes feel free to feed me.
Pairings:  Andy/Nate, Miranda/Stephen, Andrea/Miranda eventually.

Summary: While Roy is ill Miranda gets an interesting new driver.

Beta: Amelie (thank you so much for your help!!)

Chapter 2

A loud shrill sound could be heard echoing throughout the small apartment.

Andrea Sachs yawned widely as she rolled over. An arm heavy with sleep was protectively flung over her midsection. 

Andy looked at the alarm clock on her bedside table; the red flashing numbered display told her that it was 5:30. She groaned slightly as she reached out an arm, she was used to early mornings but not the fact that her cell phone was already ringing. Roy had warned her. She had met with the man on Saturday and he had warned her about early morning phone calls, however she hadn’t expected that they would be this early. She reached out the rectangular piece of technology and hit the answer button. Andy felt numb disbelief fill her mind when the voice of an English woman came forth from the mouth piece of the phone spouting instructions.

“You are to be at Miranda’s door in precisely 8:30” the voice was harsh and blunt.

“Hello?!”

The voice faltered slightly, “I wish to speak to Andy?”

Andy cleared her throat in an attempt to banish the sleep drenched quality of her voice, “This is Andy speaking, and who are you?”

“Emily, Miranda Priestly’s senior assistant.” Andy could hear the pride in the woman’s statement; it practically oozed down the line, but suddenly the woman stopped. The voice hitched slightly and she sputtered several times before she caught herself, “You are a woman.”

Roy had also warned her about the English woman called Emily. His words had been, ‘poor Emily, she gets it the worst and the worst of Miranda’.

“Yes, I thought the exact same thing when I looked in the mirror last.”

Clearly Emily didn’t appreciate her little attempt at humour because Andy could feel the chill creep into the other woman’s voice. “But your name, Roy never said...”

“My name is short for Andrea.”

A sigh was heard before Emily continued, “Bloody hell, Miranda won’t like this.”

Roy hadn’t mentioned anything about Miranda being biased towards the sex of her driver. “Why?”

“Never mind, I can’t do anything now. Look 'Andy', just make sure you are outside the townhouse at 8:15. You have the address?”

“Yes, Roy gave it to me, and an up to date schedule.”

Andy heard a mirthless laugh carry down the phone before Emily's haughty voice informed her as one would a child, “Miranda is very demanding, the schedule changes hourly, you must be ready at a moment’s notice. Did Roy provide you with key addresses?”

“Yes and a Global Positioning System just in the case of spontaneity.”

Andy frowned a little when she heard the sharp intake of breath from the other end of the line; she also heard the words ‘I love my job’ muttered several times before the voice of Emily came back on the line.

“Well call me when you are outside the townhouse.”

“Wait, I don’t have your cell number,”

“My god.”

Phone went dead and Andy flopped back upon the mattress, if Emily was anything to go by, her month working for Miranda Priestly was going to be hell.

Andy flopped back down upon the mattress and stretched her body as best she could with Nate next to her. Andy looked over at her boyfriend and sighed; he wasn’t happy about her new hours, they had argued when she had returned home on Friday evening. She had been exhausted but excited by the prospect of a steady job; she now had the opportunity to focus upon one job for a whole month, maybe more if Roy was still ill. While Andy loved meeting new people, she found the idea of being around one client for over four weeks interesting.

Charlie had informed her of her client and despite Nate’s reservations; Andy had readily accepted the job. She had met with Roy at 10 outside the Elias-Clarke building two days ago. Andy had smiled ruefully as she had come to a halt outside the glass and steel building; she had been here on numerous occasions over the last year. She had dropped of clients, picked up clients, and the most memorable time she had been to Elias-Clarke fresh faced and looking for a job. She had been told in no uncertain terms that they had nothing for her; the last two available places had been junior assistants to editors, unfortunately they had both been filled mere moments before she had arrived at human resources. Andy’s experience a Elias-Clarke had been typical of her time job hunting, she still checked for jobs, but nothing seemed to come up, and if it did she was either too late, didn’t have enough experience, or not qualified enough.

After a quick phone call to Charlie and an enquiry at the security desk Andy had found Roy, he had been below ground, sitting in a black Mercedes-Benz reading a crumpled dopy of the New York Mirror. Andy remembered the look of confusion, and then shock as he realised whom and where she was from.

He had muttered her name and then looked puzzled, as she had with Emily Andy had quickly explained her name was short for Andrea and then they had gotten down to business. Roy, to his credit, had recovered fast. He had informed her that there was nothing to be done now, and if Charlie trusted me then he was sure I could do the job.

She assured him that she could and he had motioned for her to take the seat next to him. Over a period of four hours Roy had given her a thorough insight into her new job, and her new client, Miranda Priestly. According to both Roy and Charlie she was a hard task master, and it was best to do as she said, and never question her. Andy had agreed and Roy had shown her where she should wait for Miranda outside Elias-Clarke, and most efficient route to and from Miranda’s Town house on the Upper East Side. He had shown her Miranda’s daughters school Dalton, where their piano lessons took place, soccer practice for Caroline on Wednesdays and her violin lesson Fridays, ballet for Cassidy on Tuesdays and her piano lesson Thursdays; he had even shown her Miranda’s favourite restaurants. He had told it was best to keep quiet and speak only when spoken to. The main moral of Roy’s instructions was, ‘you never ask Miranda anything’. He said it was the mantra by which all those who worked for her lived by. When her four hours were up Roy had graciously dropped her off at her apartment.

Both Charlie and Roy thought it would be best if she used a car she was used to. So she would be using her own car, Andy smiled at that thought; if she was being technical it was Charlie’s car, a 2009 Bentley Brooklands. It was a wonderful car, a car that embodied all the refinement, the character and the potency for which Bentley stands for. It was a car that harkened back and celebrated a glorious era, and from how both Roy and Charlie had described Miranda; Andy was certain she would appreciate her choice in vehicle. Charlie had imported three of the Bentleys early in the year to be modified, and Andy was lucky to be one of those allowed to drive the Brooklands.

With another yawn Andy gently lifted Nate’s arm from her torso, careful not to wake him. He had only gone to bed an hour or so ago. He had been increasingly agitated over the past few months. The stress of unemployment was weighing heavily on him. His hours where erratic and he rarely kept to a normal sleep pattern. Andy wanted nothing more than to stay in bed with him and sleep. Still there was nothing she could do. She needed the money that was being offered and Charlie had already informed her that she would be getting paid triple.

Andy rolled over and shuffled her body twice and managed to get to the edge of the bed as her bare feet made a soft slapping sound could be heard as the brunette moved swiftly across the apartment floor. The apartment was cold, and all Andy could think about was coffee, that was what she needed to make her brain start to function. Then she would have to head to the garage to get her car.

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At precisely 8:15 Andy found herself on the Upper East Side flipping her cell phone open and hitting the speed dial number she had entered for Emily as she drank her morning coffee.

After two rings the crisp voice of the English woman answered. Andy informed her that she was outside the townhouse. Emily had muttered something about time keeping and had then ended the call without as much as a thank you.

Opening the car door Andy stepped out of the vehicle. She adjusted her stance and then meticulously checked her outfit for the ninth time that morning. She was a well-groomed individual, which had not always been the case. Andy had Louise, Charlie’s wife, to thank for her current appearance. She had taken her aside, and along with the other courses she had taken as part of her training, how to dress had been one specially created for her. She was now conservatively dressed in a clean and crisply pressed charcoal suit, and a dress shirt which was decorated by a fine blue stripe, the first two buttons of which were open to give a feminine touch to a masculine outfit, with black leather gloves encasing her hands, and freshly-polished matching footwear Andy Sachs' cut a dashing figure.

Standing in the crispy morning air Andy breathed deeply, she was nervous. It was an emotion she always felt when meeting a new client, but this time it was worse. She watched as the door to the three story townhouse opened, and two redheads dressed identically in matching uniforms of blue, skipped down the steps. Andy clearly remembered their names, Caroline and Cassidy; it was her job to know such things. She was to take them to and from school, and any afterschool activities that were scheduled.

Andy moved forward and swiftly opened the door to the car. The girls stopped when they reached the car. Andy watched with a smile as the girls eyes widened before they covered their surprise with a look of indifference.

“Are you the new driver? I’m Caroline, and this is Cassidy.”

“I am.”Andy dipped her head to acknowledge Caroline’s question, she then aided the girls with a hand as they climbed into the back of the car.

Cassidy and Caroline moved over to the right hand side of the car, one sitting across from the other. The twin whom had introduced herself as Caroline turned and looked at her critically. It was as if she had just realised something.

“You're a girl.” Andy saw the other identical redhead Cassidy look at her sister and then rolled her eyes; she then turned her attention back to exploring the expansive interior of the car.

Andy smirked and smothered a laugh, “I am.”

“But...”

Whatever Caroline was going to say next was halted as Cassidy quickly whispered the word ‘Mom’. 

Andy straightened her posture and looked back towards the townhouse just in time to see the front door open to emit a goddess. Miranda was nothing like what Andy had been excepting as she gazed at the silver haired woman, who was currently making her descent. Andy pondered what exactly she had been expecting Miranda to look like.

She had been informed on several occasions of Miranda’s position, her power, her ruthless nature, still the elegant woman whom seemed to simply glide down the steps leading form her how was not it. She was dressed in a luxurious fur coat that seemed to hug and caress every curve she possessed. A black Gucci bag hung from the crook in her arm and swayed in rhythm with her steps. A black cell phone was held delicately to an ear by a porcelain hand. Andy just knew that this woman was not someone to trifle with, she exuded power. Andy had never been particularly well versed in the observation of the female form, but as she started almost slack jawed at the spectacular woman before her, Andy felt the air expel loudly from her lungs, Miranda was by far the most was exquisitely beautiful woman Andy have ever lain her eyes upon.

Andy managed somehow to drag her jaw from the floor as she continued to stare. Miranda stopped on the last step and spoke in a deadly calm voice; she informed the other on the line that if she didn’t do what she asked she would be cleaning out her desk in twenty minutes. Miranda then dropped her phone into her bag and moved swiftly towards the car, she stopped and raised one finger and pulled the designer sunglasses down her nose to reveal sharp blue eyes. Her gaze ran the length of the car and the she stopped and Andy felt her skin burn as the silver haired woman dragged her gazed up her uniform clad body.

“Who are you?”

“Andy Sachs, Ms Priestly, your replacement driver.”

“You are ‘Andy’?” It was clear to Andy that she didn’t appreciate her abbreviated version of her name.

Andy nodded quickly as she realised that she had taken a tad too long to reply. “Yes Ms...”

“Miranda, you will address me as Miranda, not Ms Priestly.”

“As you wish, yes I am Andrea...” Andy frowned at her own correction of her name, no one called her Andrea, apart from her mom when she was chastising her. However something inside her mind, told her that Miranda would prefer the name Andrea. “Ms... Miranda.”

“Andrea...” Andy felt her eyes widen at the way Miranda pronounced her name. She made it sound foreign, exotic even. “Much better. Well, Charles supplied you so I presume you are component. Still, only time will tell.”

Andy felt cheeks flush and her skin tighten as the woman’s eyes raked over her form in distain. With that Miranda slipped into the Bentley and Andy closed the door. Yes, Andy knew that the coming month was going to be difficult to say the least.

As Andy rounded the car she slipped into the driver’s side. Andy checked her mirror and smiled faintly as she watched Miranda run her eyes over the main oatmeal hide, redwood hide and Burr walnut veneer interior. The older woman seemed to nod in approval and Andy was glad she at least seemed to approve of the car, even if she didn’t approve of her.

Andy smoothly pulled away from the kerb and headed for her first stop of the day, Dalton preparatory school.



Chapter 3