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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Ama looked over the young woman in front of her. She was dressed in bubblegum pink, a stark contrast to the sleek black Ama and everyone else wore. While it was a cute outfit, it was evident the young woman hadn’t been given any direction on how to dress for an interview. But Ama wasn’t Miranda Priestly.
“Please sit,” Ama responded. “So tell me, Roisin, what makes you think you have the skills to become my PA?” she continued. The paper could only say so much and Ama was a visual person. Nerves were one thing, but she was curious to see how Roisin handled herself. How she wanted to present herself. A few of the past interviews answered in some kind of egotistical way. Almost needing their ten seconds of fame, a personality type Ama had no desire to interact with.
Well manicured fingers tapped on an organized desk as eyes drained over a pile of documents. Ama was impressed. Paper was different than in person, but she wasn't about to tell someone no by their resume. After all, this was a pile of university students. Ama didn't know if she had made the right call to do this, but she liked the idea of training someone. Ursula handled more of her personal life and meetings. But Ama didn't have anyone at the business, as her last PA went off to bigger and greener pastures.
Ama pushed her chair back and crossed her legs. Long hair fell over her chair as she leaned back and stretched her arms. The sound of a knock caught her a bit off guard. But Ama fixed herself before saying come in. “Miss. Ama, Roisin Malloy is here for her interview.”
“Ah, thank you. You can lead her in.” The young associate nodded and closed the door behind them. Ama pulled Roisin's resume up from the pile as she waited, nails returning to tapping the top of her desk.
Ama was fully aware; that this kind of conversation may have been deemed out of place for most. But it was an important part of the idea of moving forward, at least, in her eyes. Even if they didn’t talk about it, Ama knew Christian would easily talk to his siblings to help us out with some options. Nat was a young woman who would gladly help with research. However, since Ama and Christian were on the same page – it was easier to just talk about it—less chance of being disappointed.
“Yes, silver please – and I don’t want a diamond centerpiece, if that makes sense.” She finished the last part of the dishes on the bottom before closing it and opening the top. “I would want everyone of all ages! Family is important to us, and I don’t want them to feel left out. Granted, I’m sure they would weasel themselves in somehow,” she laughed – putting some glasses away. “I think getting them involved would make it more fun, don’t you think?’
Nothing crazy, I promise you. I'm just in the process of getting a few dresses done. I needed to see other non-household family members to keep me a bit more sane!
She wasn’t expecting Christian to follow her in, but maybe it was her fault for that. A serious adult conversation was happening. “Well, I haven’t really narrowed down anything ring-wise. More of what I don’t want, if that makes sense?” she answered, opening the dishwasher to unload it. “No yellow gold, and not a super thick band. Or anything with a lot of flash.” Like everything else, it was easier to say what she didn’t like. It helped with a few things, but Ama knew she often had to further explain something.
When Christian asked her about, what she wanted for her proposal, Ama stood there a moment. “Not in public,” Ama started, grabbing a few dishes from the bottom rack of the dishwasher. “Anything involving family is a plus,” she smiled. She didn’t know if she would be ruining any kind of surprise. Ama didn’t know what and when it would happen, so that was a plus, right? “I don’t want it to be a stressful planning process.”
“Of course, no problem,” she smiled. “If you need any water or anything, you can find it. Tap’s fine here.” This didn’t prevent Ama from filling up a glass of ice and pouring some cold brew into the glass. The sound of cracking ice was always welcomed.
“So, what made you want to surprise, Molly?” Ama asked, taking a sip of her cod brew, finally admitting it needed some creamer. It was the bottom of the barrel – so the strength was heavier than freshly poured. “What did you come up with so far?”
“Well, we’re still talking to each other, aren’t we?” she asked. It was rare that Ama didn’t get along with almost everyone in her family. So far, the only thing that has been bothering people was the fact she wasn’t married yet. On occasion, there was some weird comment on how she raised her children – but that was that.
“Sure!” Ama made her way through the store, knowing a bit too well the layout of the place. She found the area of the grey, as the store itself was kind of set up by color stories. Eyes scanned and landed on a sofa. It wasn’t suede, but the fabric had a nice touch to it. “What do you think? The shape is a bit more mid-century mod, but those are often quite comfortable.”
“Not anyone in our immediate circle, thankfully. But a few clients and or friends of clients. I’m not against people having massive rings, but it just feels like a waste.” Despite the generational wealth, Ama still didn’t like advertising the amount she had in her everyday life. Sure, she had a nice house – but it wasn’t an Italian villa.
She gave a soft look before placing a kiss on his rough cheek. “How about you relax a bit, then help with the laundry?” It wasn’t taking a lot of work for her not to burst into happiness. Maybe she thought the conversation would’ve happened in a better way, but it was also something that the conversation was so casual. Knowing that the children and the household were out until dinner, meant some time to themselves in a way that any parent would need.
Ama gave Christian a spicier kiss on the lips, signaling a future activity was soon to happen. She stood up and headed to the kitchen before he could protest. In a way, they were similar in the sense that they both always needed something to do. But household work was different than duties at their respective jobs.