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There had to be something to complain about.

So why couldnt she think of a thing?

THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA, Emily Blunt, 2006, TM & Copyright (c) 20th Century Fox Film Corp. All rights

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Night was the only time Los Angeles really shined.

She worked her way down his back and began a rather aggressive handling of his glutes.

An unfamiliar 917 number flashed on her phone.

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Im not sure if you remember, but we met a couple years ago at the Met Ball.

Emily looked skyward in concentration.

The name was familiar but she was having a hard time placing it.

She glanced at her watch.

This was no ordinary call.

Im sorry Im calling so late, Helene said.

Its already four a.m. here in New York, but youre probably in LA.

I feel terrible interrupting .

No, its fine.

Im at Gigi Hadids house and not nearly as drunk as I should be.

A shriek came from the pool.

Emily rolled her eyes.

Well, I, uh .

Helene cleared her throat.

Were off the record, right?

Sober, at least when he left me.

Happy about his performance.

And its not good.

Is he passed out?

Covered in his own puke?

Groping an underage girl?

Helene sighed and began to talk, but she was drowned out by shrieking laughter.

Sorry, can you repeat that?

He looks like it’s wearing a Nazi costume.

Like with a swastika armband and a coordinating headband.

Oh, Jesus Christ, Emily muttered without thinking.

Well, its not great.

Prince Harry pulled that stunt forever agobut we have to work with what we have.

Im not going to lie, I wouldve preferred drugs or boys.

First things first: who knows?

Nothing has shown up online yet, but of course, its only a matter of time.

Just so were clear: youre calling to hire me, yes?

I dont care if hes wearing a gold lame banana hammockits better than the Nazi thing.

I already did that.

Its not perfect, but its the best we can do, especially since I cant reach Rizzo directly.

But someone will post something any second, Im sure.

Agreed, so listen up.

Youre going to jump in a cab and head over to 1 OAK and forcibly remove him from there.

Sit in front of the damn door if you have to.

Do you have his passwords?

Actually, forget itjust take his phone.

Drop it in the toilet.

We need to buy ourselves time without some idiotic drunken tweet from him.

The story will definitely break while Im in the air, if not before.

Do notI repeat, do notmake a statement.

Do not let him talk to anyone, not even the person who brings up the room service.

Information lockdown, you understand?

Thank you, Emily.

Im going to owe you for this one.

Emily managed not to utter what she was actually thinking.

Emily called as politely as she could manage.

Can you kindly move her thighs away from your ears for thirty seconds?

I have to leave.

Youre not mad, are you?

Shes just some dumb kid.

Of course Im not mad.

If youre going to cheat, you better pick someone a hell of a lot hotter thanthat.

She nodded toward the girl, who looked not at all pleased with her wet hair.

I got a call from New York.

Its an emergency with Rizzo.

Its New Years Eve.

Isnt there anyone in New York who can handle this?

His unhappiness was obvious, and Emily felt a pang, but she tried to keep it light.

Cant say no to this one.

Stay, have fun.

Not too much fun .

She added the last part to make him feel bettershe wasnt one iota concerned about Miles doing anything stupid.

She bent down and pecked his wet lips.

He held the door for her and she flashed him a smile and a ten-dollar bill.

Two stops, just, she said to the driver.

First one is on Santa Monica Boulevard, where youll wait for me.

Then to the airport.

New York, her first and truest love, awaited.