"Halo, Mrs. Beatrice." She stretched, beaming with a smile.
She stood to receive the handshake. "Hi, how was Norway? Welcome back home." She said with tact. Hailey pulled her close and embraced her so tight.
"Straight from the airport, she talked about nothing else. Your name was the only word she kept spitting out. She wasn't going home till she saw you."
"I have really missed you, Mrs. Beatrice. It's been years, I just can't—" She acted, smirking. Beatrice was still caught in shock.
"Please sit. What will you do for this visit?"
"Seeing you is all to me," Hailey grinned.
"Hailey, take it down. Beatrice is married, and she has two adults as kids."
"Mom, I don't know what you're talking about. She's my mentor, my model." She said with tact, staring at Beatrice so charmingly.
"Oh, please, Teresa, I'm just going to make this phone call." She dialed a number. "Please come to my office, thank you."
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"Where are you off to?" Teresa firmed.
"Good day, Mrs. Beatrice. Mom, you didn't tell me she was here."
"Halo, are you good?"
"Yea, you are so exceptional today," Hailey praised.
"Thank you, you aren't looking bad."
"Mmm, thanks," she smirked. "Mom, I'm going to the grocery store with my girlfriend Jess. I'm going to pick her up."
"Ok, come home before dinner," she lamented as she walked out.
"I might. I'm staying over at Jess's house."
"Just be safe."
"I will." She turned. "Bye, Mrs. Beatrice, take care." She grinned.
"Don't stay late," Beatrice said.
"Ok." The door slammed.
"How did you handle it when your daughter came out?" Teresa asked tactfully.
"Still finding it difficult to accept," she lamented.
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"Mom, please tell me," Hailey panicked.
"You will be going for an interview."
"Yes!!!" She bounced up, embracing her. "You are the best mum, I love you so much."
"Don't mess up. Beatrice is my best friend, you know that's the reason you're getting this job. Beatrice doesn't accept the unexperienced. You have to see this as an opportunity, take advantage of this."
"I'm not letting you down, I give you my word." She placed her hand on her chest.
"That's my girl." She hugged her. "Go make mama proud." She smiled.
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"The most popular quality wine varieties, from Albariño. They are literally arranged in color," Hailey educated.
"I still find it hard to believe you would go to school abroad just to study Oenology," Beatrice grinned.
"I love wine and everything that has to do with it, and besides, you did the same."
"Because my parents wanted me to, and I was going to inherit the company from them, so it was like that."
"You once told me you love wine."
"Because I drink them, and I got to taste them in different flavors." Her eyes fixed on the system on the desk facing her. Hailey fixed her eyes on her.
"I don't know if anyone has told you, you are so beautiful. I still can't imagine how adorable you were when you were young. You are breathtaking," she gushed so charmingly.
"Hailey." Her eyes stayed on the system. "Hailey, I know you have experience in terms of studying. You also need to be good in production and differences. Not all are the same…" She froze. "Hailey."
"Yes, Mrs. Beatrice."
"Are you ok? Is there something you would like to tell me?"
"I'm fine." She smiled.
"Ok, you have to go through training for at least a couple of weeks." She spied at her. "We are not sure of getting this into agreement if you keep getting distracted."
"I'm not, I'm so sorry." Her eyes fixed, full of lust and obsession.
"So tomorrow, I'll have my manager show you around. Today, I think you need to go home and rest."
"I'm fine, Mrs. Beatrice."
"No, you are not," she grunted.