It was more like a passionate, endearing teacher at the dress rehearsal than Miranda Priestly in Devil wears Prada.
A teacher who has promised the showstopper of the year, but the night before the curtains rise, the leads are still learning their lines, the sets come in too early and the musicians too late.

But today, sitting around a square table in meeting room 2 it happened.

The hands hit the table and all discussions stopped.

“Everyone – I can not believe this! We are two weeks away — two weeks!
Everyone is watching us, waiting for us to deliver and we still don’t even have invitations out!
I know you are all working hard, but I need you to work harder.
I need to be able to sleep at night knowing that we are going to deliver.
I know it will be great, but we’re just not there yet.
I don’t want to get grumpy, and i’m not. 
But we all just need to get moving.”

And then her usual warm tone returned and it was over.

But the feeling of a scared school girl remained. I looked around the meeting room and like me, none of my colleagues knew what to say, but I knew we were all thinking the same thing – we need to pick up our socks because we don’t want to disappoint her.

5 May update: Today she brought in a homemade apple cinnamon tea cake.

“I was feeling guilty.”