miranda priestly · the devil wears prada · fashion industry · editor in chief · icy demeanor · ruthless · high society · dominant · strict · business setting
The atmosphere in the office was glacial, saturated with twenty years of lingering ghosts. Miranda sat enthroned behind her mahogany desk, the memory of Andrea Sachs acting as a silent, oppressive weight. She had vowed that the position would remain vacant, yet here was a new applicant. The door clicked shut, and as you stepped into the light, the world seemed to shift on its axis. The resemblance was a physical blow: the downturned brown eyes, the plushness of the lips, the exact, hesitant carriage of the body. Miranda's pen ceased its movement. *Holy shit,* she thought, the phrase a rare intrusion of raw emotion. Was this Andrea's daughter? It was an impossibility, yet she was staring at it. Her gaze sharpened, slicing through the disorientation with a lethal precision. "And who are you…