After 8 generations the American mafia finally had birthed not just one but two girls.
Demontre and Angelica Smith along with their triplet brother were the hearts of the American and the Italian mafia.
Suddenly their hearts were shattered when th...
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I was 7 the first time Angelica and I saw Meryl Streep play the calculating and witty Miranda Priestly in The Devil Wears Prada. And we almost couldn't believe that one person can hold that much power.
From the moment she entered her car to come to work, her office was completely frightened that Miranda Priestly, the little blond boss lady would eat them alive. To ensure that didn't happen the office was in shambles making sure everything was perfect.
Perfection isn't possible they say? No, that's a lie it's totally achievable with the right motivations.
The scene went as far to show a woman who was in an elevator leaving when the doors opened to reveal Miranda. God forbid, she would have to breathe the same air as a worker.
Miranda led with fear, intimidation, and an iron clad fist that was covered in a pale pink Chanel glove.
If it weren't for the fact that we had very distant memories of our birth giver having the same presence when we were little kids, we would think the Miranda Priestly effect was all smoke and mirrors.
That Hollywood added some sparkle, because currently it's hard for women to hold power, be feared, respected and hot.
Walking into the illegal section of my company TIP, my inner child couldn't be happier.
It's my Miranda Priestly moment darling.
The second the security guard outside our Australian office opened the door for me I swear I heard the whole building take a deep inhale.
That's right bitchs be afraid your queen is here.
Every one of our underworld employee has to have an "office job" but many opt to have an office job only on paper. It's so we have a legal reason to deposit money into their accounts.
Since everyone in this office somehow has ties to the underworld, they hide their fear well.
Most people wouldn't pick up on it, but me being me I can.
It's a sweet, sweet smell: fear, the intoxicating smell only excites me... does that make me psycho? Maybe but psycho looks hot on me so who cares.
Handing me my cinnamon dolce latte, my freshly promoted head assistant- Allison starts rattling off my schedule to me while we walk through the lobby to the elevator.
It's only been 12 seconds and I'm already lost in thought trying to figure out how the fuck is she not winded she's not even taking a breath.
But honestly, I'm tuning out the actually words she's saying. I'm just enjoying that everyone is clearing a path for me, some are even bowing their heads.
UGH the POWER I possess.
Yah yah I know I'm such a humble person.
Pressing the elevator button, Allison and I enter the now empty elevator, thank God- silence.
