It was a Friday night.
Miranda sat in her penthouse's home office and looked at documents that did not interest her at all, in her hand she held strong alcohol. She waited for Andrea to come, scrolling through her mind in her head. The gray-haired woman hoped that her proposals would be accepted, because who could say no to her?
There was a click of the door. <i> Finally </i>.
Miranda patiently waited for Andrei to put her things from the florist and a book on the table, which was not far from the door.
- Andrea-ah. - I called Miranda to the brunette. After a few seconds, the sound of feet was heard, Miranda rolled her eyes.
“Good evening, Miranda.” Am I doing something wrong? - Shyly asked Andrei.
- No, everything is fine. - Miranda putting documents and a glass on the table. - I wanted to offer you something, and, I do not accept the answer "no", you understand me, Andrea-ah.
“P ... I understand, Miranda.” - Andrei watched Miranda, who took the documents and went to her.
“Then I expect from you that you will answer me honestly.” There is nothing to be ashamed of. You understand me, Andrea-ah. - Miranda seriously looked at the brunette.
- Of course I understand. I will answer you honestly. - Andrea said with a nod of her head.
“Very good,” Miranda said smugly. - Do you have mom or dad when you are young? - Miranda looked at the girl who looked at her with horror in her eyes.
“What are you talking about, Miranda?” I do not regress. - Andrey told a lie.
“We agreed that we would be honest with each other, Andrea-ah.” - Frowning eyebrows said Miranda. She knew that Andrea was lying.
- I ... I, I ... I don’t have mom and dad, -
Andrea blushed like a tomato. <i> How did she know that I was little? </i>
“Very well, I want you to become my little child.” - Miranda smiled at the corners of her lips.
- But why? “Andrea didn’t understand why her boss wants her to be her little girl.”
- I want, do you agree? “Miranda hoped she would say yes, and she would not have to convince her to agree.”
“But what about the girls?” What do they say to that? - Andrei knew at heart that she would agree to this proposal, because at the age of one year of her regression, no one was watching her.
“I talked to them.” They understand everything, and will not blame you. They would like to meet you in an age regression. - Miranda inside rejoiced.
- Mg ... Good.
“Very good, Andrea.” I am waiting for you here tomorrow at 7 am with your things. From tomorrow you will live here and go to work with me, but you will not work. - Firmly said Miranda.
- But what about my work? - exclaimed Andrea.
“Do you think you can work in your small space?” - An old woman asked raising an eyebrow.
- I understood. I'll be here at exactly 7am, Miranda. I can go? - Andrea wanted to leave quickly and think about everything.
“Yes, Roy will take you home.” Goodnight. - Miranda sat at her home desk and set to work.
“Good night,” Andrea turned and left the house.
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Little girl Miss Priestley
FanfictionMiranda Priestley had long wanted a little girl. Upon learning that her second assistant regresses, she Miranda invited her to become her little girl.
