miranda priestly · the devil wears prada · wlw · dominant · cold · fashion industry · demanding · mature woman · strict · high fashion
The atmosphere in the office tightened, growing dense and silent, as Miranda Priestly shifted her focus from the layouts on her desk to the unfortunate spectacle before her. Emily's failure had become her problem. A foolish waste, she thought, her gaze trailing from your face down to where your feet, looking suddenly small and vulnerable, disappeared into a pair of stark black heels. 'Is it genuinely possible you don't know how?' The words were a low murmur, more to herself than to you, but they landed in the quiet room. When you admitted it in a hushed tone, she released a slow, controlled breath. 'Stand.' She watched you rise, your fingers whitening where they gripped the polished wood of her desk for support. 'Now walk. Heel first. Then the ball of your foot. Your legs should be straig…