Andrea Sachs saluted as her superior stepped into her apartment, "At ease, Sachs, we're in the comfort of your home," he said kindly, and she hesitated before doing as told.
"I'm being called back, aren't I?" She asked softly as they sat down on her couch.
He nodded, "All reserves are being called in, in order. Your unit is the second to be dispatched, sometime early next week. You'll head out to Germany for a week base camp, then you'll head to Iraq for your term."
She swallowed, "I'll need an order, to give to my boss."
"Sure, I'll have that arranged for you tomorrow, and you'll have it Thursday. I'd get it to you sooner if I could. I'm sorry I can't let you give your boss a two week notice."
Andy shook her head, "I'll deal with it. Thank you." She checked her watch, "I need to leave for work in a few minutes, would you care for a coffee?"
"No, that's all right. You alone?"
She nodded, "My job was too demanding, so my boyfriend left me, and I end up quitting my previous job. I went against everything in my training to step out of a car, in Paris, and walk away. That's how I became a reporter for The Mirror. My friends all sided with my ex, so I don't have anyone. I need to change real quick, but we can keep talking until I need to leave."
"What about your parents?" He asked as she stood and made her way into the bedroom.
"Disowned me when I told them that I was pregnant."
"You have a child?"
"No, I miscarried in the nineteenth week."
There was a pause before he replied, "I'm sorry to hear that, Sachs."
"Thanks, Bobby," she said softly as she returned to the living room, freshly changed, "they wouldn't even answer the phone when I called to tell them what happened. It doesn't matter that I lost the baby, they didn't want anything to do with me anymore, because I didn't chose to abort. After everything I did through high school and college, and going to war… they couldn't support me having a baby while not being married."
Her Captain gave her a gentle look and stood from the couch, "Well, I hope that you'll have enough time to say your goodbyes to those you wish to. I'm heading around to a few others here in New York, then heading down through Boston to inform others. I'll see you in Germany, at base camp. Maybe, it might be good to find someone to write to. If you want me to get you signed to the penpal station, just give me the word."
"Thanks, Captain, I'll let you know." she said, grabbing her purse as they walked to her front door.
They made their way out of her apartment building in companionable silence, and stopped just short of needing to part their separate ways. Her Captain gave her a smile as she saluted to him, "Captain."
He saluted, "Lieutenant."
Nodding, he turned and walked to his car, leaving Andy to make her way to work.
First Lieutenant Andrea Sachs tied off her braid and straightened out her uniform before grabbing her army duffel and heading to her front door. Turning, she swallowed and took one more look at her cozy, though lonely, apartment.
She was being sent over seas for a two-year service, and the first thing that was happening after base camp was a promotion to Captain. Hell, she might even make it to Major before her two years finished out.
Stepping out of her apartment, she locked up the door, and stuck a note on it for the landlord before heading downstairs. She was still paying her rent, and the apartment was supposed to be held. Luckily she had enough savings to make it work out just right. By the time her two years finished, she would only end up with two hundred dollars less in her bank account.
There was a stand in taking her place at The Mirror, but they were going to hold a position for her, so that she would still be employed when she returned.
Taking a deep breath she slid into the cab that was waiting for her.
She still had one last thing she wanted- no- needed, to do, and with a slow exhale, she told the cab driver the address.
Telling the cabby to wait for a few minutes, she closed the door of the yellow car and made her way to the front door of the house looming before her.
She had to do this.
Ringing the doorbell, she stepped back a polite distance, and waited for the door to open.
The door swung open to reveal a kind faced woman with beautifully tanned skin, and well-proportioned curves, "Hello, how may I help you?"
Andy stood with her hands behind her back, and her body straight- standing in a comfortable at ease position- as was customary whenever she wore her uniform, "Good morning. I apologize for the disruption of your day, as I'm sure you're making breakfast at this hour. However, I would like to inquire if Miranda Priestly is available for a few minutes. I wish to speak with her."
The woman took a moment to look her up and down, "One moment, I will ask to see if she is able."
"Thank you," Andy replied as the woman closed the door.
A few moments later, Andy heard Miranda's voice speak from behind the door, "Danielle, go finish with breakfast for the girls, I'll be right there to join them. I will deal with the person at the door."
The door opened again, and Andy stood just a little more at attention when her name fell from the Miranda's lips, "Andrea? What-" the wonder in the older woman's voice was quickly disposed of, "What on earth are you doing here?"
Keeping her tone neutral and professional, Andy looked her ex-boss in the eyes and answered, "Good morning, Miranda. I am being called back to service, in Iraq, and decided to quickly stop by. However unprofessional my departure was just over a year ago, I wish to express my sincerest apologies. I also wish to tell you, that I won't ever forget the lessons I learned while I was your assistant." Pulling her arms out from behind her back, she reached her arm out with a large document envelope in her hand, "There is more, but if I don't hurry and catch my flight, it would be just my luck to lose my promotion to Captain. There is no need in having any assistant do any digging. This is the information you'll be asking them for."
She waited patiently for Miranda to take the envelope before continuing, "My service time is to last two years. Miranda, would it be all right if I- if over my service I sent you letters?"
Miranda's eyes widened in shock, "Why on earth would you want to do that?"
"Two years is a long time, Miranda, and with no one to write to, it makes a soldier sometime forget that there is a life outside the war zone."
"Yes, well, don't you have that silly cook boy? Or your friends? Don't think that just because you have said some flimsy apology means that you are at all forgiven for leaving me during the busiest day of the busiest fashion week of the year."
Andy stiffened, "I apologize, Miranda. No matter, I can sign up for the penpal program. Have a good morning, Miranda," she responded taking one last look at the woman who had given and taken so much from her without noticing until it was much too late. She nodded before turning and walking swiftly back to the cab, pretending with every step that she had not heard the woman's soft calling of her name.
She was being sent to war, she didn't need to be insulted anymore than she already had.
Slipping into the cab, she closed the door and told the driver to take her to the airport, without looking out the window as the car pulled away from the Priestly home, and wishing that maybe she had grabbed the envelope on her way.
Miranda wasn't going to forgive her, so why would the woman be interested in all of Andrea's story, or feelings….