(Authors Note: So Archive of our own is not working for me at the moment and I felt bad for not updating my Mia x Miranda story. So I decided to upload it here for people to read as I personally dislike it when I have to wait long periods for fanfics to update. I am sorry for making yall wait so long.)
Mia was contemplating homicide.
Arriving at her workplace gave her a measly three hours of peace. Mia found the solitude of her workspace refreshing and relaxing, especially if she got to spend time with Miranda. While the blonde did not understand some physical affection (which Mia found cute and oddly charming) she did try to help the brunette out.
Mia remembered her first encounter with the blonde's awkward social interactions four years ago, she had moved her office right next to Miranda (as she was the head scientist). They had been assigned a cloning project and Mia was the technical and DNA expert. She had experience in hacking and needed to get into the database of another company and get some stolen files. As Miranda was the boss and had to oversee any file transfers (to prevent theft). During that assignment, the two got closer and Mia showed Miranda the joy of Microwave cookies.
Mia had been working with Miranda on an assignment for two days. According to HR, another company stole some documents and they wanted Mia to hack into the mainframe and upload a virus after getting the files back. Miranda as the head scientist had to oversee the work done, as to prevent more theft. One thing Mia had noticed on past projects and the current one, was that Miranda seemed to not stop for food often. The brunette was concerned for the blonde yet, would not say so until the work was done.
It had taken a total of two days and seven hours to get the files back and to create a virus complex enough to ruin the opposing company's chances.
Once she was done, Miranda was about to leave but Mia stopped her. The blonde was surprised to see a glare on her face, only to pale at the next question.
“Miranda, how long has it been since you’ve sat down to eat something other than a piece of toast?” Mia had asked suspicion present.
‘Why do I get the feeling I'll be in trouble if I don’t answer her?’
“Uh, four days ago?” The confused blonde replied.
What Miranda didn’t expect was to be dragged into the employee kitchen and sat down at the table. Just as she was going to complain Mia snapped her head back and gave her an eyebrow raise, clearly daring her to move.
Deciding to stay still seemed to ease the brunette off of glaring at her and she relaxed, deciding to see why Mia dragged her into the kitchen. Looking off to the side she sees a shiny object hanging off of the key holder and proceeds to stare at it until a light flick of her nose gains her attention. Looking up she is greeted by Mia smiling and pointing down to a plate of leftovers. Miranda was about to object but a stern look stopped her words.
“Okay,” she mumbled softly.
The brunette had relaxed and watched the head scientist eat, getting ready to introduce her favourite college treat. Miranda had to admit the food was good and she was quite hungry (despite not needing the sustenance). Hearing the fridge open again, she looked up to see Mia pull out a container of cookie dough and scoop some out onto a plate.
Confused, Miranda tilted her head to the side and watched. Eventually, she got too curious and ended up asking why the dough was being put into the microwave.
“Well Mira, I am about to introduce you to the wonderful world of microwave cookies,” Mia stated.
“What’s the difference between a microwave cookie and a regular one?”
Mia was startled out of her flashback when a knock on her door rang out. Opening the door she was greeted by an annoyed Miranda and an irate Ethan. An exasperated sigh left her lips as she noticed the male standing to the left of her boss. He looked happy to see her paired with a smug look added to it.
Her hand itched to pinch the bridge of her nose like a tired mother who was done with their child's shit. She knew her husband didn’t like Miranda, but this was ridiculous.
“Ethan, why are you here?” Mia said, exasperation clear in her tone.
He looked surprised at the tone she used for him, almost like he thought she would’ve forgiven him. The building frustration at his insistence to intrude upon her alone time nagged at the back of her head. Mia had a sense of deja-vu and could sense that an argument was about to break out.
Looking at Miranda, she could see the blonde could also tell things were not going to go well in this conversation.
“Mia,” Ethan said, sounding sad. “I’ve been waiting for you to come home. You may not like my opinions, but I am right and I figured you would realise that by now.”
Mia’s distinctive eyebrow twitch let Miranda know that she should be prepared to comfort Mia afterwards.
“Ethan we have been married for many years kindly, fuck off,” Mia stated, disdain clear in her tone.
Ethan decided to try and push his luck with Mia’s current mood and it backfired beautifully.
Miranda did not expect this.
First, she gets a call from the secretary telling her that Mia’s husband is at the office wanting to speak to her. This annoyed her to no end so, she decided to go to the lobby and speak to the stupid man. Once she entered the lobby an irate blonde male greeted her.
Deciding to be professional she put on a calm facade and went to greet him.
“Hello, Mr Winters, may I ask why-” she was interrupted by him speaking.
“Stay the fuck away from my wife and tell me where she is.” He interrupted, scowling at her.
Letting out a sigh, she continued.
“Why are you here Mr Winters? I am sure Mia let you know that spouses are not allowed past the lobby.” She finished, pretending he did not interrupt her.
The man glared indignantly and went to speak.
“I am here because my wife has not been home for three weeks.”
Miranda was tempted to roll her eyes yet refrained.
“Mr Winters, what your wife wishes to do is none of my business. If she decided to stay here it was of her own free will and probably has to do with a personal issue between you two. Quite frankly her staying here has increased productivity and I am quite happy with the work being done, that is my only concern regarding her.” She replied, showing her displeasure.
She decided to continue just as he was about to speak.
“We have rooms for all employees so they can come and go at their own pace. If she wants to stay here she will stay here, period. I do not care if you haven't seen her. You have a phone, correct?” she said, letting him know he was not welcome to show up on a whim.
“Yes,” Ethan replied, curtly.
Miranda went to continue and prepared to call security.
“Use your phone to call her, do not show up just because you want to. I can and will call security If you cannot get this through your head. Are we clear?”
Miranda stared at him with a penetrating gaze.
Ethan smirked and replied.
“If I do not see my wife I will get the police involved. Phone my wife and ask if she will allow visitors.”
Letting out a sigh Miranda motioned to the secretary, holding out her hand for the phone. The secretary nodded and gave the blonde woman the phone.
“Hey Mia It’s Miranda, would you be open to visitors? Someone is here to see you.”
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