The Devil Wears Prada, a 2006 box-office hit adapted from Lauren Weisberger’s best-seller, is the story of Andy Sachs (Anne Hathaway), an earnest reporter trying to break into New York journalism. Eventually she takes an entry-level job as a personal assistant to Miranda Priestly (Meryl Streep), the Anna Wintour-ish editor of Runway, a Vogue-ish fashion bible. Miranda runs her assistants and everyone else ragged with evermore unreasonable demands.
One morning she gives Andy four hours to bring her a steak from Smith & Wollensky, a piping hot latte from Starbucks, and a copy of the new Harry Potter book. Not the one in bookstores: the unpublished manuscript for the next book, the one only JK Rowling and her publisher have copies of. Andy wants to quit but a reference from Miranda would open doors for her at major newspapers. Besides, everyone keeps telling her: ‘a million girls would kill for this job.
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