@ehw697: The first sign that this week was going to be absolute torture should’ve been the meeting invite. Lena stared at the notification blinking on her laptop screen, her pen hovering over the paper like she was about to stab it. The subject line was innocent enough: Campaign Strategy Meeting: New Horizon Project. But the attendees list was what made her blood pressure spike. Miu Taechamongkalapiwat • Head of Strategy & Operations Lena groaned so loud that the intern sitting two desks away flinched. Of course. Of all the people in this fifty-story building, the universe just had to pair her up with the only woman on the planet she genuinely, wholeheartedly, and loudly claimed to hate. Lena stood up, smoothing down her bright, patterned blouse—her signature style, loud and unapologetic, everything that the woman she was about to meet was not. She grabbed her tablet, slung her bag over her shoulder, and marched toward the boardroom, mentally rehearsing every insult she had stored in her arsenal. She was ready. She was prepared. She was going to make sure Miu knew exactly how much her rigid, boring, soul-sucking way of doing things was the absolute worst way to exist. She pushed the heavy glass door open, and the familiar scent of expensive perfume and sharp, intimidating intelligence hit her immediately. There she was. Miu sat at the head of the long mahogany table, posture straight enough to rival a ruler, fingers steepled under her chin, reading through a stack of documents with an expression that could only be described as ‘permanently unimpressed’. She was dressed in a tailored white blazer and black trousers, her dark hair pulled back into a sleek, flawless low bun, not a single strand out of place. Her glasses sat perfectly on the bridge of her nose, and she radiated an aura of elegance, calm, and terrifying competence that made everyone else in the room nervous. Everyone except Lena. Lena walked in, making sure her footsteps were heavy and loud enough to announce her arrival, just to annoy her. “Well, well, well,” Lena drawled, dragging a chair out loudly and sitting down opposite her, throwing her tablet onto the table with a clatter. “If it isn’t the Ice Queen herself. I was wondering when they were going to drag you out of your frozen castle to ruin everyone else’s fun.” Miu didn’t even look up from her papers. She turned a page slowly, gracefully, her red lips pressed into a thin, neutral line. “And I see the noise level in the room has increased by three hundred percent. Lena. How… predictable.” Lena gasped, hand flying to her chest in mock offense. “Predictable? Me? I’ll have you know I am a breath of fresh air in this dusty, boring office. Unlike you, who seems to think personality is a virus to be avoided.” Finally, Miu lifted her gaze. Her eyes were dark, sharp, and usually cold—but if you knew where to look (and Lena definitely knew), there was a glint of amusement deep behind them that no one else ever caught. She took off her glasses, folding them neatly and placing them beside her notes, and looked Lena up and down with a slow, sweeping judgment that made Lena’s skin prickle in the worst—and best—way possible. :continuation in the comments--- #lenamiu #miulena #wlw #au #thaigl

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