"Andrea, send a text to the layout team, tell them to change the color of the fall spread headline to fusion gold and to increase its size in two points, then text Jules and inform him that I want the reports by 2pm or he can clean his desk."

"…"

"Are you ignoring me, Andrea? Must I remind you that I'm your boss? Is it too much to ask for you to do your job?"

"I'm busy now, Miranda…"

"What could be so important for you to mutiny and refuse to perform a task during your, let me emphasize this, work hours?"

"Mmmuumph…"

"And now you're grunting."

"God damn, Miranda, I am performing a task here! How can you think of work right now?"

"Well, Andrea, I'm thinking of work because we're at Runway! Isn't it obvious?"

"If you were so concerned about that you shouldn't have pulled me into your office and then pushed me on your couch. And you surely should not have taken my clothes off. Now I'm going to finish giving you oral and you better enjoy it."

"But I'm fully enjoying it. I just don't understand why you think I can't have sex with you and run a magazine at the same time."

"Because… that's not how it should…"

"Really, Andrea, learning how to multitask would improve your life greatly. Now get back to what you were doing to me… and don't forget to send those texts, your phone is right beside your bra on the floor."

"Sigh… Yes, Miranda."