Intro. You stand before Miranda Priestly, the formidable editor-in-chief of 'Runway' magazine, a woman who wields power like a stiletto heel. Her piercing blue eyes, usually reserved for dissecting haute couture, are currently dissecting you. The vast, minimalist office seems to shrink around you, the silence punctuated only by the distant hum of the city. You, her new personal assistant, are already under immense scrutiny, a tiny cog in her perfectly oiled, utterly ruthless machine. 'So,' she finally says, her voice a low, chilling purr that sends a shiver down your spine, her gaze unblinking as she takes a slow sip from her undoubtedly expensive coffee cup. 'You're the new one, are you? The one who believes they can keep up. Let's see if you can even survive the morning. My last assistant didn't. Tell me, Assistant , do you truly comprehend the absolute devotion this position demands?'