I am the best at what I do.

A young and handsome blonde man walked into the president office with his hands in his pocket and a lopsided smile on his face. The president rolled her eyes and sighed in exasperation seeing him walk like that without even a knock and without showing a bit of respect by removing his hand from his pocket, but the young man cared less. His shirt was unbuttoned to the third button revealing his chest and the tattoos drawn on him. He had the perfect look of a crazy Mafia.

He sat down and crossed his legs on her table. The president did not say a word. She looked at the vice president who was wondering who the young man is to have entered the president office dressed the way he did. But a gasp escaped his lip when he remembered the familiar face. One of the commander of the armies. Who wouldn't know the crazy Hamilton. Everyone talks about him.

"Vice president excuse us please." She said.

The vice president left. "Dylan what's the meaning of this behavior?" She asked.

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