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 Dirty Work, Tag: Jae
BRYAN WEYLAND
Posted: Jan 7 2013, 11:23 PM


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The thing that most people didn't understand was that growing up privileged was simply tedious. Bryan would have much preferred, as the saying went, for everything to fall into his lap. It would be so simple if all he could do was sit back and basks in his "Uncle" Peter's glory without a care in the 'verse.

But such was not the luck of Bryan Weyland. Such was never the luck of Bryan Weyland. Rather than being born with a spoon in his mouth, he seemed to be perpetually stuck holding the short stick. Instead of growing up with the high ceilings and tailored clothes he deserved, he was stuck in the shit end of Angkor with a clingy mother and and low-life step-father, working to make ends meet. And though they never went hungry, they were never really full, either, and it was that same, consistent murmur in his stomach that never really left him. Now, he was impossible to satisfy, no matter how much he had.

But that wasn't the worst of it. The worst of it was that not only did he have to work just as hard as everyone else, but he had to truly, deeply, honorably earn his place in the Weyland Industries. Somehow, it just wasn't "right" to give everything they had up to the Weyland boy simply because he was related to Father Weyland. He had to work twice as hard to make it look like he deserved to be here, rather than simply riding the coattails of his name. And he had to do his own dirty work, since no one was about to stoop down to pick up the shit left behind by "Weyland's little pet boy."

Which was absolutely the only, only reason Bryan was at the office today, waiting to interview a potential asset to Weyland Industries. Interviewing was a job that a monkey was overqualified for, in Bryan's opinion--too much hand-holding and too little getting anything done. Still. Peter Weyland wanted to test his personable skills. Test his ability to spot a diamond in the rough. That was, after all, what Weyland Industries was about. Taking the path less followed.

Right. In other words, he hoped this meeting wouldn't last longer than five minutes. In fact, he was already barely half-interested, he was invested in picking at a lunch of Lo Mein noodles and losing a game of computer solitaire when his speaker phone finally bleeped. "Mr. Weyland," his secretary said on the other line. "Miss Park is here to see you."

Finally. "Be a dear and bring her in," Bryan said into the intercom. With that, minimized his solitaire game so he, at very least, didn't look completely bored by this whole process. As soon as the young woman stepped in, he motioned her in further with his chopsticks tucked neatly between his fingers. "Mm. Come on in. I hope you had lunch already. Me? You know what they say, all work and no play." He flashed her a quick, plastic smile and clicked a chopstick towards the chair across from him. "Sit down. You want coffee? Tea? I'm sure my receptionist can get you some." And, with that, he twirled another mouthful of Lo Mein onto the sticks and into his mouth. Wholly abandoning any sense of social decorum. After all, she was only a chemist.

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Notes: Takes place before Peter Weyland's "death" and before Bryan Weyland's promotion to Weyland Representative of Nightingale Colony.
Jae-Hwa Park
Posted: Jan 10 2013, 01:12 AM


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Joined: 3-January 13



Jae had not searched out a position at Weyland and certainly hadn't been expecting the offer of an interview. Yet it would be rude to not show up, and so Jae had set aside her lunch in favor of marching down to the Weyland building.

The loss of her lunch alone would not have been enough to bother her, but to come in and find Mr. Weyland casually stuffing his face with cheap ass college-student food while she was sacrificing her change to eat for this interview? This interview he clearly didn't give two shits about?

Jae smiled sweetly as she took a seat. "No thank you. No tea or coffee for me. Though if you have another pair of chopsticks, I wouldn't be opposed to the offer."
BRYAN WEYLAND
Posted: Jan 11 2013, 05:07 PM


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The subject stepped into the room. Miss Park, his secretary had called her. She'd get no such dignity from him. Her file called her Jae-Hwa, so that's what he was going to go with. She was cute enough--a good symmetry to her face that Bryan found aesthetically appealing--enough so that he didn't boot her out of the room right away. On the downside, she looked young, barely thirty, maybe, and while Bryan wasn't exactly worn and weathered himself, he preferred his scientists to have some sort of trial-and-error behind them.

And then, of course, there was that. That smart mouth of hers that smiled sweetly but clearly knew exactly what was going on here and wasn't in the mood to take Bryan's shit. He pulled his lips in a tight grin. "Mm. You're fired, get out."

With that, he turned back to his food, and twisted picked at it with his chopsticks. He let his threat linger idly for a second before: "Kidding. Stay where you are, honey. You're here because a little birdy said you're very good at what you do. So give me a couple good reasons to believe them."
Jae-Hwa Park
Posted: Jan 11 2013, 07:41 PM


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Jae was fully prepared to stand, turn on her heels and march right out of there - if she hurried, maybe she could get through the line at the cafe down the street from work and still have time to make it back to the lab before anyone else. Oh wait; he thought he was being funny. That explains the arrogance to fire her before she was even hired.

Jae didn't have anything to prove to anyone. "I would hope you only listened to people with some degree of intelligence to them, sweetie," she smiled. "Rarely are morons who have no idea what they are talking about very interesting to listen to. " She shrugged.

"Let's not pretend that you don't have access to as much of my work as is declassified; you're smarter than that." He didn't need to play games with her.
BRYAN WEYLAND
Posted: Jan 16 2013, 06:17 PM


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Well then. This was...unexpected to say the least. Despite her physical structure--short, thin, frail little girl--she packed quite a bunch behind her teeth and Bryan hadn't exactly prepared himself for the snippy little chemist. She was a scientist, after all. Weren't they all nerdy little people-pleasers? It was rubbing Bryan the wrong way, who had at least hoped for a lapdog, something that would jump up and down and adhere to his every whim. Needless to say, the interview wasn't going as planned.

"You'd be surprised how often I talk to morons," Bryan said, cracking a lethal smile for her. His food was suddenly forgotten. This bitch was putting a bad taste in his mouth. It was time to change tactics.

"Mm. Yes. Your file," Bryan said, setting his food aside for the moment to pick up her file, just barely leafing through it. "A + student. Great work. Golden star. The whole nine yards. You're good on paper, but we need more than shiny resumes at Weyland."

He shifted forward on the desk to face her better. "Your best in the "real world" will barely make the grade here. If we took you on--and right now, that's a very big if--you'd be subjected to the most demanding projects of your career. We need innovative people who work best when the stakes are high and the pressure is on. Scientists who will sell their grandmother to the devil for the next ground-breaking discovery." Though laced in colorful words, his meaning was simple: We need people will to push science passed the morally acceptable boundaries. After all, that was the only way anything ever got done around Weyland. "So," Bryan said, closing his pitch with a smile. "Do you still think you're cut out for the job? Now's your chance to walk out that door."
Jae-Hwa Park
Posted: Jan 17 2013, 03:49 AM


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Jae was not a lapdog. If anything she was a cat. Ornery, willful, and always going to do what she wanted, and when she wanted to.

Jae supressed a snort as he blindly flipped through a bunch of papers. What file was he looking at? She was horrible on paper. Did her work at the last minute, did the minimum required, spewed attitude all over the place like a broken sprinkler. Of course, that had all changed a bit recently, but honestly - if Weyland could really only manage to compile info on her in the short time that his supposed file was true, then her opinion of it dropped sharply, and she was going to tell her father to sell all his interests in the company as soon as she got home.

He was still trying to play games with her. Jae didn't play.

"My grandmother's don't need my help in handing themselves over to the devil - they managed that themselves decades ago. " Jae swiped the forgotten food from it's place on the desk and began to help herself. If he was going to try and waste her time, the least she could do was get some lunch out of it. She didn't even bother responding to the completely obvious overtures about her moral integrity. If he actually knew anything of her history, his question would have been answered.

Shoveling some noodles into her mouth, Jae spoke around them. "You are a terrible salesman." The daughter of a slick businessman, she knew salespitches when she heard them, and knew when they were bad. It came down to Bryan Weyland simply not knowing his audience.

Gulping them down, she smiled sweetly at him. "You need people; I wouldn't be here if you didn't. I am good; you said so yourself. Pressure is where I thrive - I didn't do so well by procrastinating for nothing. Any job you want done, I could do. But, the simple fact is, I have no interest in working for Weyland. And nothing you've said thus far has changed my mind about that." She leaned back in her chair.

"So, I am going to give you until I finish this," she gestured to the food that was now hers, "to convince me. After that, I will walk out of here with no skin loss off my nose." The nose in question wrinkled and she added, "By the way, your taste in food is horrible. Really, can't even spring for decent desk food?"
BRYAN WEYLAND
Posted: Jan 30 2013, 04:34 PM


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Joined: 5-December 12



Before Bryan knew what was happened, the tables were quickly turned. The interviewer had suddenly become the interviewee. And now he had lost the rest of his lunch, which she was all too eager to dive into. What next? Was she going to take his chair and put her name in his letterhead?

She wasn't playing games. She was ready to get down to business. And Bryan was suddenly very ready to get rid of her. There was no question about it: she was a skilled and out-of-the-box thinker, which was exactly the kind of person Weyland Industries latched onto. A better businessman would be making friends. Bryan? All he could think about was how to get her out of his face before she made him feel any less than God.

Then the thought occurred to him. Atlas. The one memo he'd bothered opening up in the past few weeks. A smile crossed his face. No bother arguing with her. Time to get down to it. "How would you like to go into the far reaches of space on a classified mission to study organic life that no one has ever opened up and dissected before?"

"You would be a pinoneer in your field, you'd get your name on an ugly space alien..." He drew a tight grin. "And you would never have to see me again. A win for everyone involved, I think."
Jae-Hwa Park
Posted: Jan 31 2013, 12:41 AM


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Jae-Hwa didn't believe in a god, and she certainly didn't believe in Bryan Weyland being anything more than a whiney little bitch who thought he was entitled to more than he had.

Jae-Hwa bit her lip and wrinkled her nose, considering the offer. Or at least pretending too. Then she smiled; unlike Weyland's forced grin, hers was easy and open. "Nah, I think I'd have a better chance of never seeing you again if I wasn't working for you. Nice try though," she poked at him with the chopsticks. Farthest reaches of space, classified missions, Jae-aliens. Sounded like a pain in the ass to her. A bunch of conferences, people falling over themselves, kissing ass.

That was Jin's game. Not hers. She was starting to understand why he'd been so eager to get a job at Weyland. It was all right up his alley.

She wondered how long it would be until the Jinaliens were announced.
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