Personal Narrative: Miranda Priestly

I flipped through the pages of the portfolio aimlessly. It was horrible, nobody fit this interview and the worse part was that I knew Miranda Priestly, editor and ceo of VLLE, would hate it. I tossed it abruptly in the trash can and reached for another portfolio. I next meeting was in an hour and I was halfway out of my office and ready to go the the door swung open and Miles, my feckless assistant walked in. I would always think of Miles as a feckless loser, no matter how smart and successful he might be. We walked side by side, gossiping about the latest trends as we headed into the meeting room. I looked everywhere, unless Miranda is here incognito, she didn’t come to this meeting. Nonetheless, I spoke too soon, as we were about to take our seats, Miranda walked in. We took our seats at the end of the table, mine by Miranda and Miles across from me. Miles wriggled his eyebrows at me, his gauche manners made me want to cringe, especially when I am sitting next to Miranda Priestly. “Coffee Lacey,” Miranda snapped. When Miranda bossed me around, I realized she and I did not share a reciprocal affection. I stood up immediately and walked to the back of the room, and pour a fresh cup of coffee. After I set the coffee in front of my boss, I slid back into my …show more content…
Apparently he hated publicity and he’s had a bad reputation with paparazzi’s before. However, I an it in me that I was going to get this interview. I went back to my office and found an office number online and dialed it quickly. “hello, this is Lacey from VLLE magazine-,” I was abruptly innoruptied. “I’m sorry,” she rudely cut in. “Mr. Styles does not do interviews. Thank you for understanding.” I heard a click and the line went dead. After a few minutes of searching, I found a business email for James Payne and immediately drafted a letter. Since I was Miranda Priestly’s assistant, I had a sanguine outlook about getting this