.......

Miranda put her hands in between her hair and sighed.

"Why is it so hard to put a decent run through ? Huh? You people have had weeks to prepare....Andrea why does that phone keep ringing?"

Miranda pointed getting very frustrated.

Andrea ran to it and hung up before running back. "It's Mr. Segal.....again. You told me not to answer any of his calls."

Andrea explained.

Miranda nodded and shook her hands.

"We'll try this run through again tomorrow. I hope it isn't a big disappointment as it was today." She played with her belts gems as she watched everyone scurry away.

The phone ringed again and Miranda rolled her eyes thinking it was Brando.

"It's Ms. Allen." Andrea announced.

"Oh great. Pass her on line two." Miranda sat down and picked up her phone.

"Hey, honey. How have you been? I have a break from my magazine and wanted a drink."

"Is that your way of inviting me, dear?" Miranda asked knowing her friend.

"Yeah. So come on with me! We can go to a bar......maybe get drunk." Michelle suggested.

Miranda flipped her chair and nodded to herself." Yeah....I can go. Meet me outside Runway at 8."

"Great. I knew you'd come with me!" Michelle yelled making Miranda giggle.

Miranda hung up and smiled. It had been a long time since she had been out with Michelle.

Miranda's personal phone chimed and she took it in her hand. She was really confused at seeing the message.

Mrs. Priestly you have a dinner appointment with me at 8 tonight and I will not take no for an answer.

Miranda knew exactly who it was. Her shock was due to two things. How did he get her number? And Who did he think he was?

Miranda smiled to herself and thought of a response.

I have contacts ;)

Come on Miranda. I know you don't. I promise to leave you alone after one date. I've never called a woman so continuously. I promise not to bother you any more.

Miranda smiled to herself before finally accepting.

I'll be there.

Miranda turned her phone off and texted Michelle over the change of plans.

"Sweetie.......I have the pictures for the shoot on Monday. They are Fa-bu-lous."

Nigel came in and dumped the photoshoot on Miranda's desk. She sat there staring at him as he did.

Sean finally caught her eye." What?"

"My desk was impeccable until you came."

Sean laughed and moved to the side. Miranda stood and took a quick look at the photos. She nodded and picked up several in her hand.

"These are good. I think they are ready to be added onto the book. Tell Stephanie to add like a filter or something and then we're on track."

"Perfect. I'll go down right now." Sean picked the photos up." Who were you talking to earlier?"

"To....uh Michelle. She's in town and wanted to get a drink."

"Oh that's great. I'll call her later. She still owes me a drink from last time."

"Great. Make your appointment." Miranda uttered.

"I'll leave you to it. My job calls for me."

Nigel dramatically left the office. Miranda smiled to herself.

The time past through and the time came for her to go down and meet James.

For some very unknown reason just before leaving she headed to the clothes department and walked through.

She was the last one there, giving her freedom to pace the halls freely.

Miranda looked through millions of dresses before she found the one. A prada, dark red dress with a slit on her left leg.

"We are doing for us, Miranda. So he can stop bothering you." Miranda whispered to herself as she zipped the dress.

She finished her look with black Louis Vuitton's and a diamond necklace. She threw her coat on and walked outside to meet Brando.

"I thought you wouldn't come. You really made me beg, Ms. Priestly." Brando said as he watched her come down.

He had seen her through the years in the covers of magazines. He had also seen her at meetings passing through as nothing more than an assistant. His chance of meeting here were almost impossible.

But now here he was, ready to take her to dinner. Her figure and beauty were incomparable to anyone. From the grace of her moves to her ocean blue eyes. She was perfect. Even with the 'Ice Queen' persona he couldn't help but find her alluring.

"When I set up a meeting, I always attended Mr. Segal." Miranda finally got to the car. She stopped right in front as Brando took her hand and kissed it delicately.

"Now...Miranda. I can call you,Miranda, right?"

"Yes of course."

Brando nodded and opened the door, helping her step in." Don't think of this as a meeting. Just a chance to get to know each other."

"Very well."

Brando got into the car and started pulling out of the building.

"How was your day?" He asked.

"Very pleasant up until now."

"Oh no. You haven't even gotten to know me. But I can assure that by the end of our night you will adore me."

"What makes you so sure of that?"

"Well for starters...you aren't nervous. Second of all, I am very charming."

"Do you enjoy this? Feeding your ego?"

"No. But maybe with hope I will believe you won't end up hating me more than you already do."

Miranda smiled to herself and looked out the window.

Fast forward into dinner. All was going great. The place was beautiful, the company was divine.

"So tell me Mr. Segal...how did you end up in the business?"

"Well....I always liked fashion. I was seduced by it since a very young age. I went to sewing school. Which I got fun made of. Everyone though I was gay." He chuckled.

Miranda couldn't help a smile.

"Then I went ahead and graduated college. My next step was to try and get into a company. A big one. I applied everywhere. I tried reaching for the stars, but I was new and naive. And the only job I could get was an assistant. And I took it. Everyone thought it was a miserable job. But I learned. Just by watching I learned. Then one day I quit. And applied elsewhere....only now I knew what I was doing. And from there I climbed my way up."

Miranda watched, very aware of every word that came out of his mouth.

"I would ask you the same but I know the story. I was very fortunate to watch your interview with Joe Powell in 2001."

"2001? That was quite a few years back."

"Yes....but you have always been someone I have looked up to Ms. Priestly."

Miranda smiled. With the tip of her finger she trailed the top of her wine cup over and over as the night went on.

"I do not believe you know everything about me?" Miranda asked surprised.

"Well obviously not everything.....I am still bound to find some things out. But I have done my research."

"Birthday?"

"April 23."

"College?"

"Yale ?"

"Position?"

"That is something I am trying to discover." Brando smirked.

Miranda laughed and covered her face as she turned red as a tomato.

"I meant something else Mr.Segal." Miranda yawned and covered her mouth.

"If you are tired I can take you home?"

"I would really appreciate that. I have to be up very early tomorrow."

Brando and Miranda stood at the same time. Only Brando ran over quickly to help Miranda with her coat. He was grateful to have her even this close. Where his fingers could grace her delicate skin slightly.

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