Welcome to Hickstead, home to both Seven Oak Stables, and Blue Acre - two rival stables. Both offer opportunities for their clients to reach the highest level of excellence. Each stable differs from the other, so choose wisely and never forget, loyalty is everything... Meanwhile as the stables battle it out, there's trouble brewing at the university. Be careful, if you don't pick a side you may get caught in the cross-fire...
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“It’s nice to meet you too. That does make sense. Have you ordered a tea here before? I can’t do black coffee unless I really don’t have any other choice. Though tea is a great alternative.” His parents were trying to get him to switch to green tea as it had more health benefits but it tasted gross to him. He was all for giving it a good try though before he outright rejected the switch. He shook his head at Wes’s comment - he hardly had time for himself yet alone a significant other.
“That’s the perks of being able to bring your work home with you. I have too much work for a significant other. Though one would be nice. What about you? Do you have someone?” It was a bit of a personal question, though they were on the conversation topic already. Hudson’s parents were desperately trying to find him a wife to start a family with, but he had other ideas first. The real estate business needed to continue to prosper so that he could have a steady income for his future family.
Hudson nodded - knowing now wasn't the time to be cocky. Athletics wasn't somewhere he thrived during school, leaving that for the jocks. "I mean, all I know is that it's more for the ladies." He shrugged his shoulders - thankful he had at least watched a few videos on YouTube about what he was getting himself into.
His eyebrows raised when Diana commented about being able to look at her. "No, no. That's not polite. I was more watching to see what we were starting off with." He hadn't been called out like that before - though he was far from being creepy. "You weren't looking at me, were you?" Hudson was already in a relationship with work - leaving him little time for a romantic companion. "Ah, I thought maybe you taught Yoga. Do you do it for fun then?" The dark haired man was thankful for the change of topic - moving on to stretching his lower back now. It seemed to be stiffer than his legs, mostly because he did a lot of sitting.
He continued on as the blonde thought about her answer. Hudson felt the stretch pull through his spine - leaving him wonder if that's why Everett was working so much on his back. "That makes sense. You use your core for balance I think?" The dark haired man was coming to the realization that he needed to start taking better care of himself. Walking around during showings wasn't exactly enough. "Hey, I'm not saying it's boring. I just know other people do." He tried his best not to judge anything before he tried it.
Starting to focus on the sun salutation, he followed the lead - pressing his feet into the mat and folded himself over. "So you do know who I am. I figured around here my family is pretty well known, though not everyone pays attention to real estate around here." He chuckled before starting to focus on his breathing.
"London is a huge change. Do you enjoy it here better? I was born here and stayed here for my license, though I did have to go up to London to do the testing and some paperwork." It was a hustle and bustle city, though his parents were getting older and enjoyed that most people in town knew who they were.
Hudson started to feel like a fish out of water. The countryside wasn't somewhere he spent any of his free time - not that he had much to begin with. Working at the real estate office took up all of his time, except when he ate or was sleeping. "It looks pretty sturdy. Do your siblings or parents live here or do you live here on your own?" He didn't want to know what it was like living in the middle of nowhere - he enjoyed the hustle and bustle of the city - even a small one like Hickstead.
He kept his stride up to keep up with Daisy, who was now leading him through some sort of barn. Hudson continued following and stopped when she got into the golf cart. He was impressed at the amount of machinery around. "Alright, I'm coming. So, does everyone know everything around here then?" Hudson knew the stereotypes of people who lived in smaller communities - news spread fast. He reached up with his right hand and grabbed on to the frame of the cart - in case Daisy was a wild driver.
"Yes, I tend to stick in town. My Dad is the one who does the country homes, though he had too much on his plate to take this one on. Do homes not tend to sell often around here then?" He assumed so by the fact that the house he was selling hadn't gone through many owners as of late.
“Is that true though?” Hudson knew some people were clumsy and yoga seemed like something complicated from what he could tell. The only real exercise he got was when he walked around a property with clients, but Everett had advised that wasn’t enough. “Nice to meet you too.” His eyes wandered to other parts of the gym as Diana stretched. He was told as a teen that it was rude to stare - especially at a woman that he barely knew. “You aren’t a teacher are you?” Granted, several jobs involved sitting and paperwork.
He took the cue quickly and continued stretching. The dark-haired man realized that his calves were particularly tense - starting to stretch them as well. “Can I ask why? It seems something complicated yet boring in a way.” Hudson didn’t want to admit he thought it was geared towards women - though there had to be men that did it too, right? “Honestly, that would be nice. I do have a showing tomorrow and it’s an acreage, so I’d like to walk tomorrow.” It would have been anywhere else, the conversation about not walking would have been considered awkward.
Hudson nodded and got onto the mat. He glanced at Diane and followed her lead, having no idea what he was in for. “Alright, saluting the sun. Sounds good.” He put his hands together and lifted them towards the sky. “Yeah, I was born and raised here. What about you?”
Hudson caught the smirk and raised his eyebrow. "Is this because I'm paying or because you have expensive taste?" He hadn't expected that comment coming from a complete stranger. If the woman was attempting to flirt with him, he had no idea. His parents often joked he was married to his work. "It would be actually. All my work gets done on there." There were sometimes he wished he could bubble wrap his phone. Thankfully, he tended to not be accident prone. "Is your phone okay?" He couldn't be the only one attached to his phone.
It took him a few moments to realize that they were heading to Parkers. "I thought we'd be going to Starbucks, but I do enjoy Parker's every once and awhile." The smaller, local bake shop was where he stayed if he needed somewhere quiet to work. "Nice to meet you too. I was just closing a deal. A client bought a house so I sent the sellers the deal." Hudson turned the corner and opened the door to Parker's, letting Penelope enter before him.
"Is this somewhere you've been before?" He didn't know how new to the city she was. Hickstead was home for him and had been since he was born.
His phone buzzed again, but he ignored it. Hudson was trying to be better about taking his breaks. The dark-haired man took another sip of coffee as the stranger spoke. “Ah, that’s where I recognize you. I work at Empire Realty Group with my family.” As his mother was always at the front desk, she often met the mail carriers and got to know them. “It’s not that far from the chiropractic clinic.” He set down his cup and heard his phone buzz again.
“I’m Hudson by the way. You’re Wes, right? I think only a few of you do our route.” As his father was slowing down in his work, he was starting to pay more attention to the finer details of running the company. “Not much of a coffee drinker are you? I honestly think I’m addicted to coffee because of how much I drink. Sleep isn’t much of a necessity for me.” Hudson was way too much of a workaholic to sleep, often only getting a few hours each night. “What makes you like the tea here?” His mother was the one who drank tea, but she often made it at home or in the office - it all depended on where she was.
Hudson nodded, the blonde woman did seem as if she grew up around here. Or at least that she was born into the farm life. “That would have been useful to know earlier. However, when I viewed the property I did manage to get ahold of the plans for what was included.” It seemed that gossip spread like wildfire in the backcountry - his mother had warned him about that when he agreed to take this property on.
“Is it that obvious?” He looked down at his dress shoes and sighed - they would need a good cleaning after stepping in mud. It was something he could only blame himself though. “Granted, I was born here so I should have expected the rain and mud.” Hudson tended to stick to the downtown core of Hickstead - never really venturing out into the country unless his clients required it of him.
He turned and started following her, wondering what this mechanical steed looked like. “Don’t tell me we’ll be going on a mechanical bull. Those things only buck and don’t really go anywhere from what I’ve heard.” This world was brand new to him, but he had learned some things from watching TV. “Yep, that’s the one. Nice to meet you, Daisy.” Hudson’s eyes glanced up the hill and started walking up it, wondering how steep it actually was. “Do you live up here?” His real estate brain noticed the farm house first - it seemed quaint and like most other houses around.
“I’m actually a bit surprised too, I heard from him that my father sold his friend’s house for him.” Word of mouth tended to be how he got most of his business, though he was posting on social media about their small real estate business in hopes to make it boom more.
Hudson typed away on his phone, hyper focused on making a deal. He took a sip of his coffee as he worked away, setting the mug back on the table. The dark haired man sighed and set his phone back in his pocket. The deal he was trying to make was proving to be difficult, but he quickly remembered his father's strict instructions.
A voice interrupted his thoughts and he raised his head. "Of course, have a seat. I think we both caught the coffee rush." He did slightly recognize the other man, thinking that he had seen him around before. "Do you work for the post office by chance? I think I've seen you deliver mail to my office before." As his mother was getting more and more strict on taking her days off, which meant he had to start stepping up his work at the reception desk, which meant he often picked up and sorted the mail on her days off.
"Do you come here often? I feel like I need to now that I've tasted the coffee." He had to know where they bought their coffee - it was much better than what he made in the office.
Hudson could feel the glare, clearly he had picked the wrong day to cause an accident with the strange woman. He understood her anger, though there had to be a bit of empathy. "Starbucks or Parker's? Who has better coffee anyway?" He had to find a way to lighten the situation, maybe even make the woman laugh and forget the coffee incident. Hudson flashed her a smile as he picked up the fallen coffee cup and lid from the ground.
"No actually, you'd be the first one. I usually pay attention while I'm walking, but a client was asking me a question about a property." He learned quickly that if someone was interested in a property to jump on his phone and answer their questions. After throwing the garbage in a nearby garbage can, he turned and headed towards the coffee shops. "This your first time getting bumped into with hot coffee?" He took a quick glance at the woman to make sure her clothes weren't ruined or that she didn't get hot coffee on her skin.
"I'm Hudson. Were you heading anywhere specific this morning?" He continued walking, making sure the woman was walking beside him. The question was maybe a bit personal, but the conversation had to start somewhere.
"That would be great thanks. I've never done this in my life." His mother on the other hand did it almost religiously. She usually went on and on about it helped her relax. Hudson had also gone to see Everett, who said he needed to stretch more after sitting on a chair at work all day.
He blinked up at the blonde woman, quickly sitting up on his mat. "And I'm Hudson, I apricate this." As soon as he realized she was standing as well, he almost scrambled up on his feet. "Let's just say my chiropractor and my mother decided I needed to stretch more. My job, which is basically my life requires me to sit at a desk all day." Or on the couch, but he didn't want to mention that.
Hudson began rolling his shoulders, hearing them crack softly during the movement. "What about you? Have you been doing yoga long?" He knew it was quite popular during his social media scrolling sessions, but it wasn't something that had been suggested to him until now. After rolling his shoulders for a few moments, he did the same with his ankles. "Feel free to kick my butt, I feel like I need it at this point." He hated to admit it, but work was always on his mind.
Hudson gave up and stuffed his phone back into the pocket of his jacket. It seemed to be useless at this point. "Yeah, there is someone already interested and they wanted more photos. I'm their real estate agent." Sometimes he forgot that the farmers around Hickstead were a tight knit community and all knew each other. It wasn't something he was used to from his big city life. "Do you know them well or something?"
He nodded, thankful that he was really heading in the right direction. Maps were too old fashioned and not something that he carried around with him. "It's really annoying. As you can tell, I'm not out in the country often." Except if he was selling a property, though that was pretty rare. "I wouldn't say no to a ride, though I do hope it won't be on a horse or donkey." He didn't know how to ride either animal to save his life.
"I'm Hudson by the way, and you are?" If he was going to be selling the property, he thought it was best to get as many contacts familiar with the area as possible.
Hudson had just finished the Cross-Fit class, using his sweat towel to wipe the sweat from his forehead. His cardio for the day was done, but he still needed to stretch. After a few adjustments with Everett, the chiropractor suggested he needed to do yoga as he spent too much time sitting at the Real Estate office.
As he had no idea what he was doing, he rolled out a yoga mat on the floor and laid down on it. He felt silly, though if it helped - he would do it. Just laying on the mat felt nice, even closing his eyes briefly - opening them once he heard footsteps approach and stop next to his mat.
His dark eyes flickered, noticing a blonde woman standing over him. "Hi, sorry. You don't happen to know any yoga do you? Someone suggested it to me but I have no idea where to start." He scrambled around, now sitting up - feeling less dumb than he was before. It would be an adventure learning something new, but he was up for it. Hudson quickly realized that he was assuming because she was a woman that she knew about yoga - it was too late to take the question back now.
Hudson felt odd, currently finding himself walking along some sort of Forrest trail. It wasn't anywhere he found himself usually but today was different. One of his newest clients was looking to buy property in the country side.
As he carefully walked along, he heard a rustling behind him. He stepped off to the side to let the cyclist past, unfortunately stepping in a puddle in the process. "Ugh, of course." He muttered, lifting up his foot to try and shake the mud off of his shoes. Hudson heard a voice and lifted his head to see who it was.
The woman wasn't someone he had met before, though she seemed friendly enough. "Yes that would be great. I'm looking for the Halson property? My phone doesn't seem to work around here." He placed his foot on a dry patch and glanced down at his phone - it was odd for his life line not to be working. "I have a client interested in buying the property." There was something written about it being abandoned but he wanted to check it out and take photographs to send back to the interested owner.
With the cellphone securely in his hands, he didn't have enough time to pick up his coffee cup. It fell to the ground, the hot liquid tipping towards him and spilling all over his dress shoes.
He looked up to see who he ran into. Hudson didn't recognize the woman, even though he had lived in Hickstead since he was born. "Wow, I thought people in this town were nice and friendly." He wanted to roll his eyes, though his father would have scolded him for it if he found out. After shoving his phone in the pocket of his suit jacket, he shook his head.
"I do apologize for my attitude. Did any of the coffee spill on you?" Hudson quickly glanced at the woman's shoes, seeing that they were still the same sparkling white color. "Can I get you a coffee or something as an apology? This isn't the first time it's happened." It was the least he could do after literally running into the stranger. Hudson checked his watch, realizing he had more time than he thought before he went to the showing. He took a step back from the coffee puddle, carefully bending down to pick up the Styrofoam cup off of the ground, throwing it into a nearby can. The dark haired relator shuddered, hating germs but quickly pulling out his hand sanitizer and putting some in his palm.