Our first priority our only priority is Miranda Priestly. Now check your voice mail. If she called, we re dead. You re dead

Hold on, I have an idea, he said and tiptoed to the living room. He came back with two oversize garbage bags and spread them out over my blue comforter. He dug into the greasy bag and brought out two giant burgers with everything and one extralarge order of fries. Hed remembered ketchup packets and tons of salt for me, and even the napkins. I clapped I was so excited, although a quick visual of the imagined disappointment on Mirandas face appeared, one that said, You Youre eating a burger