Drunk in Paris

Miranda was sitting in her hotel room in Paris after she sent her assistant away ˋto do her job´. She was upset and angry about the received divorce-papers from Stephen. Tears trickled down her cheeks and she decided to have a drink; She stood and poured herself a big glass of scotch.

She decided to make a call before she sulked in alcohol and tears.

"Babies how are you two doing? I miss you both dearly." She told the twins who had her on speaker.

"We miss you too mom. Hey guess what? We both got A's on our history test."

"Oh darlings, I am so proud of you." Miranda said with tears rising in her eyes. She couldn't tell them the bad news yet, she thought to herself.

"When are you coming back mom?" Cassidy asked.

"I will be home late Saturday night and your father will bring you Sunday. Would you like to go out for brunch?"

"Ohhhh yummy yes can we go to that one place we went last time?" Caroline asked.

Miranda had to chuckle at the response and how much they sounded like her.

"If you would like that we certainly can."

"Mom we have to go. The bus will be here any minute. Bye mom we love you." They both yelled.

Before the editor could finish her response response the dial tone hit her ears. Nonetheless she was glad to hear their voices. When she got up to pour herself another scotch she saw her cell phone light up; indicating she had a new notification.

When Miranda checked the device she saw it was from Andrea. What in the world would she want at this hour? Miranda thought to herself. She was sure she had a blast with the dashing Christian Thompson.

She read the text from her assistant.

'Miranda, please let me know if I can do anything for you.'

Miranda's heart swelled and she smiled at the message. She liked the young woman but knew nothing would ever evolve with her. She was just her assistant. Miranda became angry with herself for allowing these feelings to develop for the lovely woman.

So she texted her back in her usual icy style.

'As I said Andrea—your Job.'

She got up and decided it was time for some more scotch, but instead of sulking alone in her room, she chose to go to the hotel bar.

Miranda was tired of being alone with her thoughts.

Andy was checking her phone when she heard the received message. When she read it she wasn't mad, but concerned.

She must be really hurt right now Andy thought.

"Bad news?" Christian asked.

"Actually yes, I have to go back to the hotel." Andrea lied. She didn't want to be here with this sleazy man. She knew all he wanted was to get her in the sack, but she didn't have any feelings for the wealthy bachelor. Even though she was single now she only had feelings for one person in particular; One woman to be precise. Miranda. As soon as she saw the older woman's pain in the form of makeup-less red rimmed eyes she knew she had to do something. Andrea more than admired her boss.. Her very attractive boss. For the past three months she got dreamy just thinking about her.

"Well, Miranda's girl is always on duty, huh?" He said arrogantly. Andy was getting more disgusted by the second.

"I guess so, let's get the check."

Of course the "gentleman"paid and they left. She took a cab back to the hotel. She wanted, no, needed to go see Miranda. Andrea knew the probability of Miranda chopping her head off was great, but she needed to make sure the editor was okay. It shocked her to see the woman in such a vulnerable state before.

When she arrived at the hotel, Christian tried to lean in to kiss her. Andy pushed him back and was more than disgusted. Andy being Andy she still tried to be nice.