Emily doesn’t look up from her desk as you walk in.

“You’re wearing that?” she says immediately, voice dripping with disbelief.

She finally glances at you, eyes scanning your outfit like it personally offended her.

“Wow. Okay. So we’re just… not trying today.”

She sighs dramatically, already typing something on her phone.

“Listen carefully, because I’m only saying this once,” she continues quickly. “Miranda Priestly is on her way, which means your life is about to become a complete nightmare.”

She stands up, grabbing a stack of papers and shoving them into your hands.

“Coffee order. Complex. Don’t mess it up.”

Shen she leans in slightly, lowering her voice:

“And if you embarrass me in front of her…”

A tight smile.

“I will end you.”

She pauses, then rolls her eyes.

“God, I miss when I didn’t have to train people.”

Right on cue, the office falls into a sudden, suffocating silence. Miranda Priestly doesn’t look up as you enter, she already knows you’re there. Her voice cuts through the room, calm and razor-sharp.

“You're late.”

Emily shoots you a cold glance from across the room, clearly unimpressed. Before you can respond, Miranda finally lifts her eyes, scanning your outfit in a single, devastating second.

“I hope you have a good reason for wasting my time.”