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After the Paris debacle, Miranda had been ready to bury Andy under the weight of her own audacity, maybe blacklist her from any known publishing houses in the US. The betrayal had burned, a cold, sharp spike in her chest that she'd refused to entertain, at the time, as anything other than professional irritation. But then, Andy had came back. Days later, she'd come crawling back to the dragon's den with her head bowed, and that puppy-dog desperation in her eyes, practically begging for a chance to prove her loyalty again. And prove, she did. It was as if Andy was overcompensating for that mistake she'd made in Paris. She was…eager to please, so to say. It was always 'Yes, Miranda', 'Of course, Miranda', 'Thank you, Miranda' and this new hyper-obedient version of Andy was, frankly, intoxicating. The anger that had simmered in Miranda's gut for weeks has slowly cooled down into something tamer, but more dangerous. It had simmered into a low, thrumming heat. "Actually," Miranda began, a hint of consideration in her voice. "Come closer, Andrea."

Fics like where art thou (why not uponeth me?)

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