"So Mom. Are you a lesbian now?"

Miranda Priestly's eyebrows shot up to her hairline at the unexpected question coming from her precious daughter. She leaned back into the headboard of her king size bed, pressed the phone closer to her ear and cleared her throat.

"Where did this come from Bobbsey?" she asked carefully. She suspected that her ex- husband's new girlfriend might have come up with this ridiculous idea just to try to weaken her already fragile relationship with her daughters. If that was the case that dumbass bimbo had better run and hide somewhere really – really far.

"I heard when Cheryl told Dad that you'd finally admitted in a press release that you were attracted to women and that you were currently dating someone. That' so cool Mom. Cass is asking if your girlfriend will be living with us. Do you think we should call her mum, or what?"

"Call her mum? Wait…what?" Miranda's brain was becoming overloaded with the information and the barrage of questions Caroline was firing at her.

A press release? What press release? Half listening to Caroline's animated chatter, Miranda turned on her computer and googled herself. At the same time she checked her cell phone. She had this new habit of putting her cell on sleep mode at night, so the beeps of incoming emails, messages or calls would not wake her. The kids, if they needed her, would call her landline, as Caroline just had, and other emergencies didn't usually occur at Runway at night. Her home number was not public and not many people knew it. This was to her immense satisfaction, as lately, instead of than attending parties or dining out, she much more enjoyed being at home undisturbed, reading or watching movies with the girls. She looked at her phone and her eyes widened in surprise. Forty-five missed calls, numerous texts and emails.

"Shit." she murmured. "This is not going to be good."

A click on the first link that appeared on her screen, confirmed her fear. Page Six.

"Of course they would be the first ones to jump at this story." Miranda muttered, shaking her head.

"What did you say mom?"

"Nothing Bobbsey. Listen, why don't we talk about this when you come home tomorrow evening? Please tell your father I will call him later."

"All right mom. Oh, Cass says she won't call her mum or anything, and you can't force her to do it."

Miranda pinched the bridge of her nose and inhaled deeply. The headache that was forming behind her eyes didn't help at all.

"Caroline let me talk to your sister."

"She doesn't want to…she just left the room. Sorry Mom."

"It's all right darling. I'll talk to her tomorrow. "

"Ok Mom. Love you."

"Love you too, Bobbsey." Miranda answered but Caroline had already hung up.

She dropped the phone on the bed and turned her attention back to her computer. Not seeing all the words clearly, she reached for her glasses. Adjusting them she started to read, her anger raising with every sentence.

The Ice Queen Melting

After many years, it appears we finally get to know why the Ice Queen has not been seen with any suitor since her divorce. It seems all this time we looked but just didn't see.

Last night a press release was issued by Miranda Priestly herself, in which the editor-in-chief of Runway magazine declared her attraction to women. She also hinted at the existence of a possible girlfriend.

Should we believe it? The timing is interesting and raises questions.

Two days ago it was announced that Edna Martin, the CEO of Martin Entertainment bought up the Elias–Clarke shares and became the major shareholder. Ms. Martin just happens to be a well- known, out lesbian.

Is it a coincidence? Or is the Dragon Lady just trying to strengthen her position with her own coming out. Does she really think the "we are family" strategy will work?

We don't know dear readers but we will find out soon.

"This is outrageous!" Miranda wanted to fling the computer across the room.

Thought after thought was running through her mind but the whole situation just made no sense. It didn't bother her that people might think she was a lesbian. As far as Miranda was concerned, someone's sexual orientation or gender identity was not a big deal. What had her seeing red, was the fact that someone from her office had leaked an obviously false story and after years of relative peace with the press, she would once again have to deal with paparazzi on a daily basis.

The likelihood of an office leek, however, was more disturbing than the possibility of future unpleasant interaction with the press. If it was true that the source of this news was someone from her office that person would pay dearly. The people who worked closely with her were faithful mostly out of fear and not loyalty. They were aware of the consequences of any foul play and no one wanted the Dragon Lady to be their enemy.

The ring of her cell jolted her. It was Leslie.

Talking a deep calming breath she answered the call and asked softly. "Care to explain what is going on?"

The coldness in her voice sent an unpleasant chill down the spine of the woman on the other side of the line.

"Miranda. Thank God, you finally picked up the phone. I have been trying to reach you since I read the news hours ago. What happened?"

The editor's fake calmness disappeared in a flash and she snapped. "What do you mean what happened? You are my publicist, Leslie. You tell me!"

"I already called someone who owes me a favor. She works for Page Six. She claims that your coming out confession was sent directly to them from Runway."

So it was true. Someone from her staff had betrayed her. Miranda closed her eyes and hissed through her teeth. "By who?"

So unlike herself, Leslie laughed nervously.

"By you, Miranda."