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时尚女魔头 穿普拉达的恶魔 英文原版-第25部分

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  into it; watching the straps bite into the already swollen flesh。 In 
  another few seconds I had it buckled and was returning to an upright 
  sitting position just as Miranda walked in。

  Frozen。 I was absolutely frozen in midmotion; my mind working fast 
  enough to understand how ridiculous I must look; but not quite fast 
  enough to move。 She noticed me immediately; probably because she was 
  expecting Emily to still be sitting at her old desk; and walked 
  over。 She leaned on the counter that ran over my desk; leaned over 
  it and even closer to me; until she was able to see my entire body 
  as I sat; immobilized; in the chair。 Her bright blue eyes moved up 
  and down; side to side; all over my white button…down; my red 
  corduroy Gap miniskirt; my now buckled camel…hair Jimmy Choo 
  sandals。 I felt her examine every inch of me; skin and hair and 
  clothes; her eyes moving so quickly but her face remaining frozen。 
  She leaned closer still; until her face was only a foot from mine 
  and I could smell the fantastic aroma of salon shampoo and expensive 
  perfume; so close that I could see the very fine lines around her 
  mouth and eyes that were invisible from a more fortable distance。 
  But I couldn’t look too long at her face; because she was intently 
  examining mine。 There wasn’t the slightest indication that she 
  recognized that a) we had; in fact; met before; b) I was her new 
  employee; or c) I was not Emily。

  “Hello; Ms。 Priestly;” I squeaked impulsively; even though somewhere 
  in the back of my head I knew that she hadn’t uttered a word yet。 
  But the tension was unbearable; and I couldn’t help but barrel 
  forward。 “I’m so excited to be working for you。 Thank you so much 
  for the opportunity to 。 。 。”Shut up! Just shut your stupid mouth! 
  Talk about no dignity。

  She walked away。 Finished looking me up and down; pushed backward 
  off the counter; and just walked away while I was stuttering 
  mid…sentence。 I could feel heat ing off my face; a flush of 
  confusion and pain and humiliation all wrapped into one; and it 
  didn’t help that I could feel Emily glaring at me。 I pulled my hot 
  face upward and confirmed that Emily was indeed glaring at me。

  “Is the Bulletin updated?” Miranda asked to no one in particular as 
  she walked into her office and; I noticed happily; directly to the 
  light table where I’d arranged her papers。

  “Yes; Miranda。 Here it is;” Emily said obsequiously; racing in 
  behind her and handing her the clipboard where we kept all of 
  Miranda’s messages typed as they e in。

  I sat quietly; watching Miranda move deliberately around her office 
  in the picture frames that hung on her wall: if I looked at the 
  glass instead of at the photos themselves; I could see her 
  reflection。 Emily immediately busied herself at her desk; and 
  silence prevailed。Do we never get to talk to each other or anyone 
  else if she’s in the office? I wondered。 I wrote a quick e…mail to 
  Emily; asking her as much; which I saw her receive and read。 Her 
  answer came back right away:You got it; she wrote。If you and I have 
  to talk; we whisper。 Otherwise; no talking。 And don’t EVER speak to 
  her unless she speaks to you。 And do not EVER call her Ms。 
  Priestly—it’s Miranda。 Got it? I felt again as if I had been 
  slapped; but I looked up and nodded。 And it was then I noticed the 
  coat。 It was right there; a great big pile of fabulous…looking fur; 
  all bunched up on the end of my desk; with one arm dangling off the 
  edge。 I looked at Emily。 She rolled her eyes; waved her hand toward 
  the closet; and mouthed; “Hang it up!” It was as heavy as a wet down 
  forter ing out of the washing machine; and I needed both hands 
  to keep it from dragging on the floor; but I gingerly hung it on one 
  of the silk hangers and gently; quietly; closed the doors。

  I hadn’t even sat back down when Miranda appeared next to me; and 
  this time her eyes were free to roam over my entire body。 Impossible 
  as it seemed; I could feel each body part ignite as she eyed it; but 
  I was frozen; unable to dive back to my chair。 Just as my hair was 
  about to catch fire; those relentless blue eyes finally stopped on 
  mine。

  “I’d like my coat;” she said quietly; looking directly at me; and I 
  wondered if she wondered who I was; or if she didn’t notice or care 
  that there was a relative stranger posing as her assistant。 There 
  wasn’t so much as a glimmer of recognition; even though my interview 
  with her had taken place a few weeks earlier。

  “Surely;” I managed; and moved toward the closet again; which was an 
  awkward maneuver because she was currently standing between it and 
  me。 I turned my body sideways to keep from bumping into her and 
  tried to slide myself past her; reaching to pull open the door I had 
  just shut。 She didn’t move a single inch to let me pass; and I could 
  feel that the eyes had continued their roving。 Finally; blessedly; 
  my hands closed around the fur; and I pulled it carefully to 
  freedom。 I wanted to throw it at her and see if she’d catch it; but 
  I restrained myself at the last second and held it open as a 
  gentleman would for a lady。 She shrugged into it with one graceful 
  motion and picked up her Cell Phone; the only item she had brought 
  with her to the office。

  “I’d like the Book tonight; Emily;” she said as she walked 
  confidently out of the office; probably not even noticing that a 
  cluster of three women standing in the hall outside the suite 
  scattered immediately upon seeing her; chins to their chests。

  “Yes; Miranda。 I’ll have Andrea bring it up。”

  That was that。 She left。 And the visit that had inspired office…wide 
  panic; frenzied preparations; even makeup and wardrobe adjustments; 
  had lasted just under four minutes; and had taken place—as far as my 
  inexperienced eyes could see—for absolutely no reason whatsoever。

  8

  “Don’t look now;” James said; his mouth as immobile as a 
  ventriloquist’s; “but I spy Reese Witherspoon at three o’clock。”

  I swiveled immediately as he cringed in embarrassment; and; sure 
  enough; there she was; sipping a glass of champagne and throwing her 
  head back in laughter。 I didn’t want to be impressed; but I couldn’t 
  help it: she was one of my favorite actresses。

  “James; darling; I’m so glad you could make it to my little party;” 
  quipped a thin; beautiful man who came up behind us。 “And who do we 
  have here?” They kissed。

  “Marshall Madden; color guru; this is Andrea Sachs。 Andrea is 
  actually—”

  “Miranda’s new assistant;” Marshall finished; smiling at me。 “I’ve 
  heard all about you; little one。 Wele to the family。 I do hope 
  you’ll e visit me。 I promise that together we can; um; smooth 
  over your look。” He ran his hand lovingly over my scalp and picked 
  up the ends of my hair; which he immediately held up against the 
  roots。 “Yes; just a touch of something honey…colored and you’ll be 
  the next supermodel。 Get my number from James; OK; sweetie; and e 
  see me anytime you get a minute。 Probably easier said than done!” he 
  sang as he floated toward Reese。

  James sighed and looked on wistfully。 “He’s a master;” he breathed; 
  “simply the best。 The ultimate。 A man among boys; to say the least。 
  And gorgeous。” A man among boys? Funny。 Whenever anyone had used 
  that phrase before; I’d always pictured Shaquille O’Neal making a 
  move toward the hoop against a small power forward—not a colorist。

  “He’s definitely gorgeous; I’ll agree with you there。 Have you ever 
  dated him?” It seemed like the perfect match: the associate beauty 
  editor ofRunway dating the most sought…after colorist in the free 
  world。

  “I wish。 He’s been with the same guy for four years now。 Do you 
  believe it? Four years。 Since when are hot gay men allowed to be 
  monogamous? It’s just not fair!”

  “Hey; I hear you。 Since when are hot straight men allowed to be 
  monogamous? Well; unless they’re being monogamous with me; that is。” 
  I took a long drag from my cigarette and blew out a near…perfect 
  smoke ring。

  “So admit it; Andy。 Tell me you’re glad you came tonight。 Tell me 
  this isn’t the greatest party ever;” he said; smiling。

  I’d grudgingly decided to go with James after Alex had canceled; 
  mostly because he wouldn’t leave me alone。 It seemed utterly 
  impossible that a single interesting thing would transpire at a 
  party for a book about highlights; but I had to admit that I’d been 
  surprised。 When Johnny Depp had e over to say hi to James; I was 
  shocked that he not only seemed to have a full mand of the 
  English language; but had even managed a few funny jokes。 And it was 
  intensely gratifying to see that Gisele; the Ittest It girl of all 
  current It girls; was downright short。 Of course it would’ve been 
  even nicer to discover that she was secretly squat; too; or had a 
  major acne problem that had all been airbrushed out in her gorgeous 
  cover shoots; but I’d settle for short。 All in all; it hadn’t been a 
  bad hour and a half so far。

  “I’m not sure I’d go that far;” I said; leaning toward him to catch 
  a glimpse of a great looking guy who appeared to be sulking in the 
  corner near the book table。 “But it hasn’t been quite as disgusting 
  as I’d imagined。 And besides; I’m up for anything after the day I’ve 
  had。”

  After Miranda had made her rather abrupt departure after her rather 
  abrupt arrival; Emily informed me that that night would be the first 
  time I would have to bring “the Book” to Miranda’s apartment。 The 
  Book was a large wire…bound collection of pages as big as a 
  phonebook; in which each current iss
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