Killer Heels and Prada

Chapter 20

  Miranda woke the next morning with a massive headache and she also realized that she was running twenty minutes behind. She ignored her headache and shot out of bed, cursing herself for oversleeping. She rushed out of her bedroom and down the hall and then remembered "Oh, the twins stayed the night at Alyssa's house. Miranda relaxed, that meant that she was no longer late because she didn't have to wrangle the girls out of bed. She walked back to her room and took a shower and put on a black pair of slacks and a blue fitted PRADA top and pumps. She id her hair and her makeup, and then looked at the clock and found she was on time. She went downstairs and donned her coat, and gloves as Roy pulled up outside. She put on her shades and as she walked outside the sun still caused her head to throb. "Great" she muttered under her breath. "Perfect start to my day, a fucking hangover." She walked down the steps, ignoring the flash of the photographers and she slid into the car and headed for RUNWAY. Once she arrived she dropped the book into Emily's hands and barked several orders, the last one being "My coffee better be here in two minutes or the new you is fired." Emily quickly scurried around the desk and called her "Where are you? Good hurry the bloody hell up!" Emily said and hung up the phone just as the second assistant ran through the door with the coffee and into Miranda's office and sat in down on the desk. "Go to Calvin Klein and pick up those shirts from the collection that I liked when we were there on Tuesday, That's all." Miranda said and the assistant fled out of the office.

A few minutes later Nigel knocked on her office door and Miranda grimaced. Nigel chuckled. "I thought you might need this." He said and he handed Miranda a bottle of aspirin and she looked at him gratefully and accepted the bottle. "I had a feeling you would do a bit more drinking after I left last night." He said. "When is the twin's birthday party?" He asked as she flipped through a newspaper. "Next Saturday." Miranda said and looked up at Nigel. "Oh God, what did you get them?" Miranda asked worried. "Relax; Uncle Nigel has kept it simple. You will approve, I guarantee it." Miranda rolled her eyes. "Really? Remember when they turned six and you bought them both Barbie jeeps, and Barbie karaoke? I was awoke at 5 am on multiple occasions to my children blaring that incorrigible device and singing along rather loudly, then having to deal with them trying to use the jeeps in the house, to the point to where Caroline almost drove hers down a flight of stairs. If Greg and I had not been just down the hall our child could have very well decapitated herself. And did she attempt such a thing? 'Mommy Uncle Nigel said it driving this baby down the stairs would be like going down a really big slide.'" Miranda glared at Nigel and Nigel grimaced. "I was just saying, I didn't expect her to really do it! I was just thinking out loud." He said. "Nigel she was six years old! Of course she was going to try it! Even though we both know that the only reason you had even suggested that is because you were jealous that you couldn't try it out yourself because your ass would not fit inside the hot pink and purple jeep!" Miranda said and Nigel glared. "Not true Miranda!" He said but his cheeks turned slightly pink and Miranda grinned in triumph. "Or what about the year you gave them violins and specifically told them that "Mommy likes to have violin music played to wake her up?'" I had migraines from constantly being awoken to the sound similar to nails on a chalkboard in my ear!" This time Nigel shrank away with a guilty smirk on his face. "Hey they stopped, and they hate playing the violin!" He said in his defense. Miranda smirked. Once again Nigel thank you for the aspirin and for the walk down memory lane." "You're welcome Gorgeous." Nigel replied and then he handed her a folder. "This is the photos from the Armani shoot, for the first issue of MEN'A RUNWAY." Miranda took the folder from him and nodded. Nigel turned and left her office and Miranda looked at the folder and sighed. The first issue for MEN'S RUNWAY would be on stands by the end of January and Miranda would be losing Nigel as her art director, thankfully though he would still be in the same building. Miranda opened her laptop and started going through her emails. There was one from M. she sighed and opened it. It said the same thing they always did. She replied quickly and hit send. Once more thoughts of James began to enter her mind. She shook them off as quickly as possible and dove into her work.