Alpha Ryan ~ Yours Truly

4. Well.. Hello !

Emara Stone

Chop. Chop.

Little left.
Little right.
And done with my new hair. I run my fingers through my short hair, they feel so soft and tangle free. I comb my hair and set them back like boys do.

Damnnnn! I look so badass.

If I were a boy I would definitely be a boxer or a model or maybe a trainer. But I know just like others, I would end up being a fuckboy.

But damn, those hair suits me so well.
After taking 15-20 selfies I wore Ethan's white shirt and his black suit. I turn towards the mirror.

Well... Hello!
Fuck! I should definitely marry me.

I was never impressed by me like this in my whole life. Now that my hair is short, my cheekbones and jawline get highlighted making me look like a young Johnny Depp. I turn left then right in front of the mirror to check the haircut. But then my ass gets my attention, why my butt cheeks look bigger in pants.

Damnnnn! I am a thick chick.

I think I should more often wear Ethan's clothes, males clothes bring out the cool personality in me. I put some gel on my hair and set them back looking like mafia king. With my makeup weapons, I make some fake beard and thick eyebrows. Perfect. I look so neat.

A beautiful man. Girls, be aware. Hold your panties. I m about to get naughty. Hahahah !!

I do a little google search about Damison Groups. Branches in 18 countries, 5 board of members, CEO & Chairman Ryan Damison, CFO Rose Damison, Manager & SEO- Brad Damison, co-founder Josh Damison.

I see family business. A big family.

With a final look in mirror, I take Ethan's degree and certificates and leave the apartment.

My head feels light without any ponytail, I run my fingers in my hair which makes me look really cool. A smile appears on my face as I feeling their softness, now I get it why boys keep touching their hair.  As I walk by the road on the footpath I keep checking my reflection in shop's glasses.

Damn that hair. Damn that ass.

I swirl and turn my ass left and right to check out myself. Suddenly, I hear some giggles coming from the front. I see two girls smiling at me. I see one of them is wearing a short skirt which screams I'm a hoe. I wink at her and give her my artful smile. They both blush and do hand wave 'hi' to me.

Bitches.

I wave for the cab as I don't wanna be late nor waste my time and definitely not planning to be a lesbian. I look back at those girls standing there pouting at me, probably waiting for me to talk to them.

But instead, I get inside the cab not giving them any further attention, a satisfactory smile surface on my face knowing that I not only look manly but a hot male. I tell the driver address to Damison Groups of Work. "Interview, lad?" I hear the driver's voice, I can tell he is a native of Ireland from his way of talking. {lad- young man}.

Irish! He reminds me of my ex boyfriend who wanted to marry me. Not because he loved me but to get a PR here. I hated him but I am glad that the government threw him in jail for fake passport and visa.

"Yes and don't make me late. It's very important." I speak in a croaky way to sound manly.

"A lil' tip for ye', be polite to gals. Ye' wil definitely get the job." Saying this he winks at me. {ye- you}.

Are you kidding me !! I look bisexual or what.

Not care to reply him, I look outside the window at the passing buildings. I lower my side's window, I feel the wind in my face and hair making my eyes automatically close as the wind calms me softly, telling me to keep going and everything will be alright in the end. I wonder should I tell Ethan about this. How will he react? He will probably tell our parents about this.

"We are here, All the best, don't forget yer tip." I hear the Irish driver's voice. {yer-your}.

I look outside the window and see two large buildings. I had to crook my head to look up, the buildings might have floors more than ten. Damison Groups of Work written on both of them in big and bold words.

Here I come.

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