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时尚女魔头 穿普拉达的恶魔 英文原版-第28节


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  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 issue ofRunway was mocked up and 
  laid out。 She explained that no substantial work could get done each 
  day until after Miranda left; because all of the art people and 
  editorial people spent all day long consulting with her; and she 
  changed her mind every hour。 Therefore; when Miranda left around 
  five each day to spend some time with the twins; the real day’s work 
  would begin。 The art department would craft their new layout and 
  input any new photos that had e in; and editorial would tweak and 
  print any copy that had finally; finally; gotten Miranda’s 
  approval—a giant; looping “MP” scrawled across the entire first 
  page。 Every editor would send all the day’s new changes to the art 
  assistant; who; hours after nearly everyone else had left; would run 
  the images and layouts and words through a small machine that waxed 
  the backs of the pages and pressed them onto their appropriate page 
  in the Book。 It was then my job to take the Book up to Miranda’s 
  apartment whenever it was finished—anywhere in the eight to elevenP 
  。M。 range; depending on where in the production process we were—at 
  which point she’d mark it all up。 She’d bring it back the next day; 
  and the entire staff would go through the whole thing again。

  When Emily overheard me tell James that I’d go to the party with him 
  after all; she jumped right in。 “Um; you know you can’t go anywhere 
  until the Book’s finished; right?”

  I stared。 James looked as though he might tackle her。

  “Yeah; I have to say; this is the part of your job I’m most happy to 
  be done with。 It can get really; really late sometimes; but Miranda 
  needs to see it every single night; you know。 She works from Home。 
  Anyway; I’ll wait with you tonight and show you how to do it; but 
  then you’re on your own。”

  “OK; thanks。 Any idea when it’ll be finished tonight?”


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