diaryofnaeun

[diaryofnaeun]

silverplatters​:

she doesn’t like tardiness, plain and simple. especially when it comes to work-related affairs. there’s nothing more to it than the principle of respecting people’s time, which people like her don’t have a lot of. whether it’s five or fifteen minutes late, maxine takes it as a part of someone’s character. it’s a side effect—and it’s up for debate whether it’s a fortunate or unfortunate one—from being raised in the brandt household. time might as well be a currency for her family, and they’re very protective of their trove of minutes.

nonetheless, to stave off her transformation into a full-fledged, takes-no-prisoners, made-of-hollow-porcelain boss, she brushes off the budding agitation under her skin and patiently waits for nauen to arrive.

and when she does arrive, maxine gives her a polite smile. “nauen, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” she greets, extending her hand for the other woman to shake. “i’ve heard a lot about your work, and impressive is an understatement. i’m sure the preamble isn’t necessary, but for the sake of… posterity, i suppose, i’d like to ask what you know about brandt & goetsch.” gesturing for nauen to take a seat opposite her own, she flags the waiter for menus and adds, “there are no wrong answers, by the way.”

to say naeun is nervous is an understatement. its more of a chills-running-down-her-spine, all-of-the-hair-on-her-body-standing-up, drenched-in-cold-sweats, and shaking-uncontrollably kind of agitation. 

she has heard of brandt &&. goetsch from everyone. its practically the holy land for lawyers and everyone alike in the city. so, she wasn’t too surprised with maxine’s straight to the point attitude, though, she must admit that she was expecting a somewhat friendlier and warmer welcome from attorney. 

naeun nervously returned the smile and shook maxine’s hand, quietly hoping she didn’t notice the sweat that’s made her hands clammy. “thank you so much !!” she said gleefully, excited someone like maxine has taken an interest at her, even though its only slightly. she pulled the chair and sat down, whilst maintaining a polite eye-contact with her potential recruiter. “where do i start... i have heard about the company ever since i arrived here two years ago,” she started, “everyone tells me how amazing the company is. its been my dream to work at a company so diverse.” 

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cyra-de-leon​:

Thursday December 4th, 1997 - evening

Du Ciel 

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Cyra’s grip around the waist of her dark wool coat loosened as she walked from the cold, and into the warmth of the restaurant. Though it hadn’t snowed yet, the bitterness of the cold spoke the promise of the season’s first flurries not far away. 

She craned her neck to look about the restaurant, knowing her companion for the next hour or so was likely already seated. Finally, she spied the woman and made her way to table with a small waive and an apologetic smile. 

“Naeun! I’m so sorry I’m late. The calls never end with the gala right around the corner.” A chuckle, and she takes the seat opposite her friend. “Have you been waiting long? Did you already order?”

As Naeun sightly swing her almost empty glass, she contemplated whether she should order another round before meeting her company for the evening. She has been trying to drink less than she would usually, but its proving to be extremely difficult for her. 

Ohfuckit.

“Please, can I get another one ??” she raised the glass to the direction of the bartender, “thank you.” 

She perked up when she heard a familiar voice. “Hey !!” she pulls the chair beside her slightly, “don’t worry about it, I’ve just arrived. How are you ??”

[diaryofnaeun]

𝖓𝖆𝖊𝖚𝖓 &&. @𝖘𝖎𝖑𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘 // 𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔬'�𝔬𝔫𝔞𝔥𝔲𝔢𝔰

shit. 

over the past twenty five years, naeun has been labelled many things; in school, the boys would label her as ‘beautiful’, ‘girlfriend material’, ‘first love,’ you name it; to her parents and their colleagues, she would often be referred to as ‘the smart one’, ‘nice kid’, and the occasional, ‘you should behave like naeun.’ 

but she has never been labelled as ‘the late one.’ until today.

shit shitshitshit. 

to others, this may not seem like a big deal. what’s the matter ?? it’s a one-time thing, anyway !! they will get over it !! 

she could feel a cramp coming up her right leg, causing her to slow down her speed-run, which was making her even later to her meeting. this is all falling apart. she wanted to turn around, she wanted to go back to her flat and put on the radio, run herself a warm bath, and sleep until next year. almost there.

suddenly feeling insecure about her hair and her makeup, she slowed her pace down but still maintaining the same urgency. in attempt to make herself look at least presentable and put together, she hastily run her fingers through her hair, making sure to untangle any knots in it. and just like that, she arrived at her destination. deep breaths. 

inside, she spotted maxine almost immediately. naeun started to slowly walk up to her, careful to keep her composure. only when she was stood right beside her, she spoke up, “hi, maxine.”  

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𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕠 ;;

im naeun is a non-mutant who has been in new york for one year where they spend most of their time as a lawyer. when i think of them, i think of dirty hands and unfinished charcoal sketches, ‘if we were villians’ by m.l. rio, and the bitter aftertaste of an old fashioned. they are in support of mutants. 

the eldest daughter so her family expects a lot from her, which pressures the hell out of this girl (basically think rory gilmore but in an asian household)

likes to draw, paint, do diys (basically she’ll go out and she’ll find something and go, ‘oh i can make that myself’ and she actually do it. she’s so fucking extra)

doesn’t like going out but drinks quite a lot at home she’s not an alcoholic

NEVER skipped school and uni, girl is on the grind

dated a bunch of people (but nothing was ever serious), but they’re all trash 💁 💁 (we’ll get into that later)

VERY picky with food, that’s why she always cooks her own food lol