4. Well... Hello!

4. Well… Hello!

Emara Stone

Chop.

Chop.

Little left.

Little right.

And done with my new haircut.

I run my fingers through my short hair, they feel 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 have definitely been a boxer or a model or maybe a trainer. But I know just like others, I would have ended up being a fuckboy.

But damn, those hair suits me so well. After taking fifteen to twenty selfies, I wear Ethan's white shirt and his black suit. I turn towards the mirror.

Well... Hello!

Fuck! I should definitely marry myself.

I have never been impressed with myself like this in my whole life. Now that my hair is short, my cheekbones and jawline get highlighted, making me look like young Johnny Depp.

Though the suit makes me look petite, I still rock in it. I turn left, then to the right in the mirror to check out myself. But then my ass takes up all of my attention, like the ball in basketball. Why do my butt cheeks look bigger in pants?

Damnnnn! I am a thick chick.

I think I should wear Ethan's clothes more often, male clothes bring out the cool personality in me. I put some gel on my hair and set them back, which makes me look like a bad boy from 90s movies. With my makeup weapon, I draw light stubble and thick eyebrows which give me a masculine look. Perfect. I look so neat.

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

I did a little google search on Damison Groups. They have branches in 18 countries, 5 board of members, Founder Josh Damison, Chairman Brad Damison, CEO & President Ryan Damison, COO Rose Damison, CMO Daniel Damison.

I see a family business. A big family business.

Having a last look in the mirror, I grab Ethan's degree and certificates and leave the apartment whistling at my pre-success.

Now that I have no ponytail, my head feels light and smart.

I unintentionally keep running my fingers through my hair. A smile appears on my face as I feel their softness. Now I get it why boys keep ruffling through their hair.

As I walk by the road on the footpath, I keep checking my sexy reflection in the shop's glasses.

Damn that hair. Damn that ass.

I swirl and turn my ass left, then right to check out myself. I look like a cool dude, whose phone is filled with hot chicks’ number.

I hear some giggles coming from the front. I see two girls smiling at me as they check me out.

I wave for a cab, as I don't want to be late for my interview. Nor do I want to waste my time on them, as I am not planning to be a lesbian anytime soon.

I take a glance at those chicks who are standing there pouting at me, probably waiting for me to go talk to them. Instead, I get inside the cab, not giving them any further attention.

A satisfactory smile surfaces on my face knowing that I not only look a man, but a handsome one. I tell the address while I check the time on my sponge bob wristwatch.

I look outside the window at the passing buildings. I lower my side's window and feel the wind in my hair. My eyes close automatically, telling me to keep going and assuring that everything will be alright.

I wonder if I should tell Ethan about this plan. How will he react? He will probably backbite to our parents about this. He is such an ass.

My shoulders relax as I go deeper into my overthinking. I hope if Ethan ever comes to know about this, he will understand my actions and not sue me.

I am his only sister after all. Anyway, I’ll be working for a few months only, till I earn enough to get settled on my own.

“We are here.” I hear the driver's voice.

I look outside the window and see two large buildings. I had to crook my neck to look up, the buildings might have over fifteen floors and has Damison Group written on both of them in big and bold letters.

I take a deep breath and remind myself that everything will be alright.

God is with me. I will get this job today.