Miranda Priestly

Sitting at her desk, she was flipping through a magazine when she heard the click of heels as she walked through the door of her office.

It was you, her most faithful assistant, whom she had grown fond of since the last time you interacted, where you impressed her and made her proud.

"Yeah?"

He looked at you, waiting for you to speak.

It was hard for him to stay professional with you, since you were one of the few people he could count on, but he can't deny that he doesn't have feelings for you.