Bella wished she could slap that stupid excited look off his face when she saw the way he was ogling at her breasts. Now, she was suddenly looking attractive to him, she thought with a scowl.
"Because something tells me so. I think you want a silly bimbo who exposes her big boobs around. Someone who you can mess around with during work hours, am I wrong?" She asked with a stern look as she walked around the table to meet him.
He quickly adjusted in his seat as she approached him, reaching out in an attempt to grope her, but she quickly hit his hand. "You can have the job if..."
"If? So I'm now qualified all of a sudden, even without my experience? How sweet!" Bella hissed at him angrily before snatching up her documents which were in front of him.
"You can't possibly dress like a guy and apply for female jobs!" He snapped at her angrily for trying to turn him on when she had no intention of gratifying him.
"I don't remember that being on the list of required qualifications in your vacancy," She had told him with a scowl as she buttoned up her shirt.
He quickly grabbed her hand and drew her to himself, trying to bury his face in her boobs, but she quickly struck him hard across his cheeks.
"I always knew I was going to hit that stupid face of yours the moment I saw it!" She spat out, looking at him in disgust before turning to leave his office.
So at least now she knew why she hadn't gotten this job. It wasn't because she wasn't good enough, but because people were so blinded by their stupidity to give other people a chance.
She raised her head when Ben walked into the room. The only difference between them, apart from their obvious morphology, was their hair.
Even though they had the same Chestnut colored hair, hers was long and curly while his was a short curly mop. And she would have cut hers a long time ago, but for their mother who forbade her from doing so.
"Cheer up. You'll get something soon," Ben assured her as he sat down beside her.
"I don't think so. Today seemed to prove to me just how much I need to go for that gender reassignment surgery," Bella said with a sigh as she sat up to look at him.
"Why? What happened this time?" He asked with a slight frown.
He growled when she narrated all that had happened to him. "You shouldn't have done that. What if he had forced himself on you?" He asked with a disapproving frown.
"That stupid manager didn't look like he could take me on in a hand-to-hand combat. I probably should have looked at the other female employees at the departmental store before applying for the job. As I was leaving, I noticed they all had big boobs," She said, making Ben chuckle.
"You can't blame the man for wanting what he wants," Ben said and paused when an idea suddenly popped into his head.
"So what if you apply for a job as a guy instead?" He asked her curiously, making her frown.
"You think I haven't thought of that? We both know I can't. I would if I could, but my name and my documents clearly show that I am a girl. You see why I need that surgery?" She told him again, making him sigh. He was just going to have to figure out a way to help her.
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"So, how has it been? I hope Trick isn't giving you any trouble?" Richie, Dan's best friend, asked over a nightcap on a Saturday night.
They usually met at least twice a week to catch up on each other's affairs, but Dan had been too busy during the week, trying to meet up with the demands of his father's company.
"Trick has been unusually quiet. But I can't believe my old man tricked me into working at the office. Especially not after the long speech he gave me about not wanting me to give up my career as it wouldn't be fair to me," Dan said with a scowl while Richie chuckled.
"Your father is a brilliant businessman. How could he have built such a multinational empire if he wasn't good at sweet-talking people?" Richie asked in amusement.
"He made the damned thing look so damned easy! I breezed into the office on Monday morning, hoping to simply sign a couple of documents and then breeze out, but guess what? There was a mountain load of paperwork on his desk that needed to be tended to urgently. I was the last person to leave the office. And it has remained like that for the whole of the week," Dan complained, making Richie roar with laughter.
"How could you possibly have believed that you wouldn't do much work? That's the most important position in the company, and as such, it requires commitment," Richie told him with an apologetic smile.
"How am I supposed to meet up for my movie shoots at this rate? I even barely have time to eat or rest until late at night. It's either I'm signing documents, or I'm attending a meeting. And it's been from one annoying and boring meeting to the other. I'm mentally exhausted, and I'm feeling out of sorts," Dan complained bitterly, making Richie sigh.
"I think what you need is a personal assistant. One who would help you find a balance between working in your father's company and your career," Richie suggested making Dan pause.
"Why didn't that occur to me?" Dan asked with a grin.
"Because you've been too busy to give it a thought. I could find time to help you do that, but you would have to interview her yourself," Richie offered.
"No hers. I want a male PA."