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“Andrea, how are you so clumsy?!”
“I’m sorry Miranda, I just can’t seem to help myself!”
Emily regrets glancing over, regrets even more the fact that she left her phone on her desk so has needed to double back to retrieve it. If she had just been more organised, more on top of things, she would never have had her retinas burnt by such a sight. Andy flush up against Miranda, her hand splayed over her right breast and doing a very poor job of fondling it if Miranda’s admonishing tone is anything to go by.
“That may well be true, but is it really too much ask that you control yourself.”
“I just-, I just got caught.”
“Well would you do something more useful than staying there stunned, you know how I hate dawdling.”
She had thought the two of them were dancing around each other, thought she had caught the lingering looks, and Andy always seemed to get away with far more than the average assistant, but she had never expected to actually catch them in a compromising position. She hadn’t thought Miranda would stoop so low, that Andy would risk so much, yet here they were, seemingly unable to help themselves as soon as they were alone in the office.
“I’m so sorry Miranda-,”
And jesus, did Andy have to be so simpering and submissive?! Miranda being dominant, that doesn’t shock Emily, but she never expected in that mad world where they did do something about their, um, feelings, that their dynamic would be practically unchanged from their work one.
“-let me just.”
Andy attempts to pull away, seeming to take the mohair and tugging at it earning a warning growl of, “Careful,” from Miranda.
Emily has seen enough, heard enough. If Andy is about to strip her boss, that’s her prerogative but Emily is not sticking around for it. It will be hard enough looking them both in the eye tomorrow morning, she does not need to add an unhealthy dose of nudity to it. She snatches the phone and turns on her heel, if she is quick, she’ll make it to the fancy gin shop and she seriously needs some alcohol right now. Enough of it may actually scrub the entire memory, yes, that’s the plan.
The door of the outer office clicking shut has Andy and Miranda’s head snapping to it. They see Emily’s form retreating with the speed of an Olympic sprinter.
“I hope she didn’t-, says Andrea, looking down mournfully at where her charm bracelet is hooked unhelpfully into the ridiculous fluffy fabric of Miranda’s jumper. If only she had been more careful when she had reached across to fix Miranda’s collar.
“Surely no one would be so insulting,” Miranda sniffs, “I’m well above affairs with my assistants, I leave that to the men in similar positions of power. Not come along and get that detached, without damage, this jumper cost over $5000 and will not be replaceable.”
“Yes Miranda,” Andy goes back to her task, Miranda’s tone making it clear that not achieving the instruction could result in a lot of CV writing.