Lauren Weisberger. The devil wears Prada (№ 349329)

Miranda, I'll have to put you in sleep mode while I call your chauffeur. Okay? I didn't wait for an answer, which I knew would only add fuel to the fire, and immediately switched it to pending. Then was called back to Paris. It was encouraging that the driver responded to the first call for the first number I typed, and not so it is gratifying that he, as it turned out, spoke no English. I was never a masochist, but then I was left with no choice but to start banging his forehead on the table surface. After the third energetic strike Emily put the driver on his line.
Miranda, I'm going to need to put you on hold while I call him. Can I put you on hold? I didn't wait for a response, which I knew would drive her crazy, and threw the call on hold. I dialed Paris again. The good news was the driver picked up on the first ring of the first number I tried. The bad news was he didn't speak English. Although I'd never been self-destructive before, I couldn't help but smash my forehead firmly into the Formica. Three times of this, and Emily had picked up the line at her desk.