Emara Stone
Huge!!
The building, doors, the ceiling. Everything is massive. People walk around looking like runway models in suits with files in their hands and phones in between their head and shoulder.
Honestly, I feel like a lost puppy in this big company.
"To where, sir?" A middle-aged man politely asks me. I look at him and the first thing that I notice is his faded red color highlight in the front of his brown hair. Fashionable!
"I am here for an interview. I am looking for a reception. Which floor?" I look him in the eyes and speak with confidence, just like how one male talks to another.
The liftman looks at me as if I pronounced his name wrong. He gives me a stare of a long five seconds. I stare back. Not willing to lose this staring competition.
After a few seconds, which felt like weeks, he said, "It’s right there, sir." Pointing to my left.
Oh! Of Course, receptions are always on the ground floor. Stupid brain.
I follow the angle of his finger and see a large C shape table with big football shape letters 'Reception' written on it. If there were alcohol in the background, it would have looked like a bar.
As I walk towards the reception, I hear a sassy tone behind me, “You are welcome, sir.”
I turn around to give the liftman a smile, "Pink suits you." I say while pointing towards his glistening hair. His eyes become narrow and lips come in a thin line as he murderously glares at me.
Hah! You pinky.
I walk to the reception like Tom Cruise does after blowing a car in the background. I see a female with excess makeup working on the computer. Her lipstick is out of her lip lines to make them look fuller. She looks at me, then smiles, knowing she caught me staring at her lips.
Bish please, I was looking at the poor work of makeup. I could have done better on her face.
She stares at me, my clothes, then at my hair. "How can I help you, sir?" Sounds impressed. "My name is Ethan Stone. I am here for an interview. Can you help me with that?" I say in a silky, manly tone.
She blushes and turns her head towards the computer screen, typing quickly like a rabbit. "You have to verify your ID from here. Then you are asked to wait on the fourth floor of the HR department. Also, make sure you re-read your resume. They ask questions from there only." She gingerly speaks while blinking her fake eyelashes at me.
I smirk at her as I give Ethan’s ID for verification. She again blushes. Am I that pretty? Or handsome?
Suddenly I see her frowning as she skeptically looks at the ID, then back to me with confused eyebrows. And then it hits me…
Shit! That’s Ethan's ID.
“I met with an accident last year and had a jaw reconstruction surgery.” I try to sound sad as I make a downcast, depressed face.
"Oh! I think you look just fine now. Here is your ID. Good luck and have a good day, sir." She smiles softly, but all I can see is her lipstick out of her lip lines. She blushes again.
Stupid girl!
I take the ID and give her a polite smile in return, then walk away. But suddenly I turn around to thank her and catch her checking out my ass.
I think I don't need to thank her.
Instead, I give her a sly cheeky grin and walk to the elevators where I had met pinky a few minutes ago.
"Fourth floor HR department." I speak in a husky tone while looking at him. I see a badge below his right shoulder which pronounce - 'Roger'.
He presses number four-button, not sparing any glance at me. The way from the ground floor to the fourth floor was silent. Deafening silence.
*Ding*
The doors of the elevator open. Before I walk I look at the liftman and sneer, "Thank you... Pinky." Saying the last word slowly.
"It's Roger and you are welcome, sir." His voice sounds stern and fists clenched to his side.
While leaving the elevator I smirk at him and snicker, "Roger that... Pinky." Then leave with a smile worth charging a bulb.
Emara StoneThis floor is magnificent. The grey color walls with golden leaves, expensive war paintings, dark brown color furniture, and purple orchids in a vase in every corner. Everything shouts rich.These flowers really give an artistic look in this dead office. It looks more like a museum than a waiting room. And these couches are worth sleeping on it. I try to stretch my body a little to get myself in a comfortable position."Mr. Stone, are you ready? You are next in line." Little sad that I couldn't take a nap, but I am happy because it's showtime.I walk towards the HR office and notice it is simply made up of glasses. It's completely see-through. No curtains, no cupboards, no couch even. Just plain chairs and a table inside a glass cabin. How boring!I take a deep breath and open the door, "May I come in?" There are three people, one of them waves at me to come inside. I greet them all, get seated as they take my resume, and analyze it keenly."What a young man like you doing
Emara StoneThe very next day.The seventh-floor conference room is massive, like two basketball courts in one. Rather than a small session, it looks like a press conference. Reporters and media people hurriedly run around like sheep, along with their cameras and mics. I sit in the last row beside the gate as I don't want to catch anybody's attention.Just gonna watch the show."Is this seat taken?" I look towards the voice's owner. Ah! That receptionist. Her lipstick is out of her lips today as well."Please, be my neighbor." I reply graciously and she blushes in return. This bitch. I mentally roll my eyes as she bates her long fake eyelashes at me."You are very sweet, Ethan. By the way, my name is Rita." She says while sliding on her chair.I didn't even ask her name. All I want to do is take out the handkerchief from my pocket and wipe her lipstick off her face. It is really irritating me."Rita, I think we will be good friends." I smirk. Yes! Friendzone her."Rita, why are you s
Emara StoneI should have chosen the front row. It would be like watching him in 3D.After he left, other board members gave their speech, explained the company's policies and employees' benefits. Boring me to death.Mayday, mayday, I’m falling asleep."You know Ethan, Damison Group had the highest share rates last week on the stock. I think you should invest in them." Rita whispers. I wanted to scream at her that I’m not interested in her or in shares, but then I thought to gossip a little."Rita, how is Ryan Damison as a boss?" I try to sound in a non-stalker way.“He is very... neat. I have never seen him improperly dressed. Although he looks a little scary and intimidating, he always smiles at me. I think he doesn't like touching other people as he always maintains a strict professional distance. Once I was passing by him-”This dumb fangirl is beyond help.*Cough*"Rita, I mean as a boss." I specify on the last word."Oh! He is very strict with deadlines and is highly punctual. H
Alpha Ryan DamisonDakota, focus. I tell my wolf, as he wildly circles in my head. We both never liked interactions with humans and now I have to give a speech in a room full of low life humans. Sometimes being a Werewolf is a pain in the ass. Especially when your wolf is not an ordinary one but an Alpha. Werewolves are ancient old species, their existence is said to be thousands of years old, contemporary to Mesopotamia civilization, which is the oldest civilization of humans. Old folk stories say that our ancestors had insulted a god which cursed our bloodline to become halves like humans and another half like animals. Well, let's just thank that ancestor of ours. I would have done the same thing if I were him.Being a Werewolf has its own perk, like immense strength, speedy healing abilities, mind linking, and super sense of sight, smell, and hearing. But the cons, they suck more than fleas and ticks. Hundreds of bones break and reshape themselves at the time of shifting. The pa
Emara Stone*Tick**Tock**Tick**Tock*It’s been seven minutes and twenty-seven seconds since I have started analyzing the syllabus, planning from where to start traversing through this evil labyrinth book, ‘Introduction to Java’.But I don't want to be introduced to Java.I shake my head and focus on my motivation note in front of my study table,Clear this semesterGet a jobGet a boob-jobI close my eyes and take deep breaths to calm my mind.. Inhale... Exhale... Enter... Exit... After a few seconds of deep meditation, I throw my books, notes, pens off the desk as I feel no inner spiritual powers kicking in."Fuck this shit." I kick the table and abruptly stand up as hardcore frustration builds on me. Suddenly I sensed a rich aroma surrounding me, I couldn't help but take a few sniffs in the air. *Sniff* *Sniff*Pancakes.My tiny legs walk fast in a flash as the smell gets engulfed in my head and my taste buds leak saliva in my mouth. As soon as I enter the kitchen, I witness a
Emara StoneToday, I will pray.I join both the hands and close my eyes as I pray, "Dear Lord, lovely dear Lord. Hear me out, for God’s sake. Please let me clear this exam and I will sincerely study for the next one."Amen.Today, nothing can go wrong. I made a deal with God. I will pass. But, the truth is -I was twelve minutes late for the exam. My mind again gives me a lecture on being punctual, but I focus on the questions on my paper. I’ll mind you later mind.Though I missed a few minutes, I will cover it up soon. God is with me. I will pass.I take a deep breath and read the first question, but somehow it feels foreign to me. Maybe it's from the chapter that I left. I am wearing Nikes, I can do it.I don't let negativity affect my mood, so I continue reading the next question. And next, and next…Wait a minute! This question is out of the book. Hell, it's out of syllabus.I’m pretty sure AND gate and OR gate circuits were not in the syllabus of Java.I feel my blood pressure
Emara StoneDamison Groups of Work.Vacancies: 8 Education: Engineering in IT field or MBA in Finance & Management (Preference given to the higher degree)Perfecto.Ethan has a degree with a high GPA and A1 grade overall. I can borrow his degree to get a high-paying job. We are twins and some of our features are identical except his toned muscles, as I look quite skinny in front of him.As for now, I have to focus on making money and being independent. Also, he is on a vacation, he will never come to know that I used his degree or identity. And even if he did, he can forgive his one minute late little sister, right?But his ID says, Male.I just wish I had a twin sister. It would be easy to fake her. I would have gone on dates with her boyfriend and both might have never come to know about it.Hmmm… Thank God I don't have a twin sister. She would have taken my boyfriend and I would have never come to know about it.I look at Ethan's pictures hanging in our living room. My eyebrows ri
Emara StoneChop. 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