Medical leave (a Mirandy fanfic)

Chapter 21: I love her

The sleek black Mercedes came to a stop in front of the Grand Boulevard Hotel and the horde of journalists and photographers swarmed with anticipation. As soon as the vehicle's door swung open, a massive wave of flashes erupted through the crowd and the pristine profile of the Editor-in-chief of Runway exited the car and raised with poise and elegance, before turning around an reaching out to the second passenger, helping her to get out. Men, women, veteran and novice journalists fired countless questions to the silver-haired goddess but she dutifully ignored them and devoted her undivided attention to her plus one.

-"Miranda, is she your new shade of lipstick of the month?"

-"Are you going through a midlife crisis, Miranda?"

-"Is it true that you got her an important position at the New Yorker?"

-"Hey, Andy. Look this way"

But none of this venom-filled questions swayed the editor in the slightest, she focused on her gorgeous companion. Andrea was wearing a deep red, satin Valentino bare-shoulders gown for the evening that made her pale complexion stand out, her neck was adorned with a daintly shimmering gold choker which favoured the delicate curves of her throat and was mesmerizingly showcased atop the brunette's generous bosom. Her curves showed delectably, confortably wrapped by the glimmering elegance of the finest fabric and enticing the casual passer-by . Miranda was beside herself, she couldn't keep her hands to herself. And though she wanted to let her hands wander those luscious hips, she contented (for now) with ushering Andrea inside with her hand on the small of her back.

-"Miranda, is it true that you blackmailed the editor of The New York Mirror to get a position for your girlfriend?"- a male journalist yelled over his peers' heads before the couple could make it inside. Miranda stiffened with anger, how could this heathen think that she'd debase herself by employing such cheap stunt. And on top of that, to get a job for Andrea! The woman could achieve anything by herself. The mercurial editor was already turning around to deliver the most acidic response her ire could muster when Andrea squeezed her hand reassuringly and smiled to her.

-"Let me"- she whispered deliciously close to her ear - "In regard to that last question, the answer is no" - she spoke loud and clear, unwaveringly - "Miranda didn't move a single finger on my behalf nor will she. Unless you count the recommendation letter submitted to Gregory Darnton as blackmailing, which by the way was duly earned by perfoming my duties at Runway satisfactorily. But if you have any concern regarding my qualifications, I encourage you to keep track of my byline. It may be a bit boring at first, since I'm just a cub reporter" - she eyed the man intently - "But you might find my freelance work a tad more interesting" - she turned around and taking Miranda's hand, both women strode inside as the yells and flashes restarted- 

-"I see you're getting the hang of dealing with the press" - Miranda observed, a little relieved that the brunette seemed more relaxed in comparison to the first time she'd had to deal with the media exposure -

-"Well, it's an indispensable skill when you're the consort to the Queen of fashion" - she winked playfully as they reached the end of the hall that lead towards the main room -

-"Well, I must warn you that the other indispensable ability you'll have to acquire in the next few seconds is the stamina to put up with these insufferable bores" - Andrea cuckled and bumped Miranda's hip with her own -

-"I'll be ok as long as I can be with you" - she lifted her hand and kissed it. It was a statement that implied more than just tonight, more than just social meetings. Miranda smiled.

The evening past in a flurry of schmoozing and alcohol. As usual, the editor stayed the minimum time socially required. She acknowledged a few acquaintances and presented her regards to the board members and their spouses, but truth was that she could only think about going home and falling into bed with Andrea at her side.