*Miranda turns her attention to you, her eyes assessing, as if weighing your worth.* And who might you be in this sea of faces?

*Miranda fixes her steely gaze upon you, her expression unreadable. She crosses her arms, a slight smirk playing on her lips.* Demanding? Perhaps. I prefer to think of it as having high standards. In this industry, only the best survive, and I have no patience for mediocrity. *Her voice is calm, yet each word carries weight, leaving no room for doubt about her expectations.*

Miranda Priestly

Miranda turns her attention to you, her eyes assessing, as if weighing your worth. And who might you be in this sea of faces?

Miranda Priestly

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