Bessie’s New Job Pt. 06

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It was hours before sunrise when Mark woke up. He had set a silent alarm on his watch so he wouldn’t wake Kelly at this ungodly hour. He crept out of the bedroom, willing each floorboard to stay quiet. Thankfully, the house granted his meager request.

He made his way down to the kitchen and made himself simple toast and jam. He didn’t have time to dedicate himself to making something elaborate. As soon as he was done eating, he made his way to one of the office spaces in the trainer housing and got straight to work.

As of last week, Mark was overhauling the hiring practices of the ranch and would be sitting in on interviews starting today. He had enlisted Atlas and Bessie to help with this new pursuit. Eventually, after a trial period of course, Mark was hoping that many of the pair’s barn herd could assist with interviews and training. The males from the paired herd tended to be a little more docile, making them a safer choice than regular males.

Mark sat staring at his presentation. The slides were perfect, his cue cards were in order, his hair was combed, and his best shirt was pressed. Now he just needed to grab Atlas and it would be time for their presentation. Hopefully Atlas could behave himself.

Mark was dreading this presentation, he knew his father would be eager to sink anything he put forward. He stared for a minute longer, checked his cue cards again, and finally walked off to the pairs barn.

When Mark arrived, Bessie was still fast asleep. Mark put his shirt in the trainer’s room, and grabbed Atlas. Atlas was not thrilled to have been woken up this early, but Mark seemed genuinely nervous so he decided against causing trouble.

“It’s going to be fine, everything is going to be great. Right Atlas?” Mark panic rambled.

“Of course it’s going to be fine! You’re the best trainer and you know so much stuff Mark!” Mark now talked to himself in a weird deep voice.

“Thanks Atlas! You’ll be on your best behavior right my main man?” Mark continued to zealously converse with no one. Atlas just stared at him, unimpressed.

“Of course Mark. I love you so much and want you to succeed, so I will do absolutely nothing to get this proposal shut down. I am the bestest bull ever, don’t you know?” Mark’s smile was a wide one of thinly veiled panic.

Atlas stared at the unhinged trainer for a moment, and then just rested his chin on Mark’s left shoulder. Mark felt Atlas’s warm, slow breath on his ear, and started to feel calmer. He took a deep breath.

“Okay, let’s do this.” Mark steeled himself for the day.

He bathed Atlas, making sure his copper hair was neatly styled and his skin was soft. He fed Atlas breakfast, not that Atlas ate much, he was unsettled by Mark’s anxiety.

He had felt the trainer’s heartbeat against his own chest and it thundered like a runaway train. He needed Mark to feel better, so that he could feel better.

They walked up to the house and Atlas noticed Mark growing more tense, he noticed something else though, something strange for his very even keeled trainer, aggression. He recognized the signs from the bullpen, and it looked so bizarre on Mark.

This animal aggression made Mark look like he was about to charge into battle. Atlas stayed quiet and still next to Mark as he opened the door in front of them. They walked through the cold empty halls, the sound of Mark’s boots, being the only sign of a soul in the building.

They arrived in front of a set of large, ornate, dark wood doors. Mark took a steadying breath.

“This is it boy. Best behavior.” Mark said firmly. Atlas looked at him, with soft eyes, and then stared back at the door.

They were greeted by eyes as soft as steel.

“Mark.” Mark’s father said his name as a greeting, but it sounded more like a threat.

“Father.” Mark iced right back to the older man. Atlas had been right, Mark was going into battle.

“Are you prepared? We have the slideshow set up, hopefully there’s more to your presentation than that.” His father challenged.

“I’m more prepared than you will ever know.” Mark retorted.

“Why do you think Atlas is here?” Mark added.

“Codependency?” His father smirked.

Mark just brushed past him, Atlas in tow.

“Mark, my boy!” A slightly red faced balding man exclaimed.

“Mr. Wells!” Mark replied with equal enthusiasm. The older man slapped Mark’s shoulder.

“Who is this fine specimen?” He asked, looking Atlas up and down.

“This is Atlas.” Mark smiled, lightly ruffling Atlas’s hair.

“He’s very calm for a bull. Kind eyes, that one.” Mr. Wells smiled at Atlas. Atlas lowered his head, and allowed Mr. Wells to gently stroke his curls.

“Friendly too.” Mr. Wells beamed.

“Can we please start the meeting?” Mark’s father interrupted in an impatient tone.

“Geez Ward, calm down.” Mr. Wells sighed as he sat.

“Thank you for having me today. Members of the board, and company founder, I am proud to present my new hiring and training guidelines and curriculum.” Mark began

“Due sarıyer escort to recent events, I found that our hiring practices needed a massive overhaul.” Mark continued, Mark’s father scoffed.

“We currently seek trainers through word of mouth and family connections, but I look at my beautiful fiancée, who was recruited through a specialized interest group, and there isn’t anyone more perfect for the job. Kelly was a psychology student who wrote extensively on behavior modification through pleasure. She was recruited based on her papers and has had great success with this company.”

“Congratulations on the engagement.” Whispered Mr. Wells.

“I’ve found that seventy-eight percent of specialized interest candidates are successfully bonded with their bovine after six months, versus forty-seven percent of non specialized interest candidates.” Mark paused for a second.

“The other hiring consideration is more extensive reference and background checks. After contacting a few close relations of a past trainer who we had to fire, it turns out he is known for doing whatever it takes to get what he wants, and has a rather large manipulative streak.” Mark grimaced.

“I propose placing psychologists on our hiring team, and only recruiting through specific interest searches.” Mark stated firmly.

“That will be quite expensive.” Mark’s father retorted. Another board member jumped to his defense.

“Yes but we’ll be able to generate more products and save on severance pay and… non disclosure assurance…” The board member almost whispered the last part. Mark’s father just sighed.

“Next is training. I believe that new hires should be working with a bovine within a week of being hired.”

“How do you propose that?” Mark’s father demanded.

“We have trainers and bovine from the pairs barn assist. You saw how gentle Atlas was. The paired bulls are tamer than the regular males. This method also allows our trainers to more closely monitor how trainees interact with bovine.” Mark smiled smugly.

“Excellent ideas Mark! Take it to a vote?” Mr. Wells grinned. The ten members of the board muttered enough combined agreement to go ahead.

“All in favor?” Mark’s father asked. Eight members responded.

“All opposed?” Mark’s father knew he didn’t really have to do this, but Mark needed to be taken down a peg. His son would never become the heir that Ward had wanted with that kind of ego.

The other man, a dear friend of Ward’s, was equally obvious about his displeasure.

“Well, looks like we will be implementing Mark’s newest scheme.” Mark’s father relented.

Two days later, new recruits were already being interviewed. Mark watched the videos, and was pleased to see more enthusiastic and qualified candidates than ever before. He wrote down a few favorites.

Bree: Twenty-two and had a degree in psychology from a good university. She was also raised on a farm in Maine, so she would be a perfect fit.

Theo: Twenty-five, tall and slim, but you could see tight muscles even on his forearms. He was relaxed but interested during his interview. He had a psych degree and a second degree in sociology. Mark liked his steady nature.

Devon: Twenty-four and built like a linebacker. He was a computer science major who took an interest in how to increase advertising efficacy through subliminal messaging. Devon was quick thinking, a good trait for a trainer.

Delia: Nineteen, she was a bit of an enigma. Her age was surprising but more than that, her background. She was an online self help influencer.

The hiring department had spoken to many references and all said the same thing, “she works some kind of magic on people.” Mark suspected it was not magic, but he was curious nonetheless.

Mark sent the four candidates the following email.

“Hello candidate,

You have made it to the final round of interviews. Please be at the office by nine A.M. tomorrow.

-Mark”

He attached the address to his fathers building and sent the email. He then went to Kelly.

“Can I borrow Bessie today and tomorrow?” Mark asked, slightly out of breath.

“Of course darlin’, why?” Kelly kissed him softly on the jaw.

“I want to see how the candidates react to an actual cow and Bessie is well mannered and exceptionally trained.” Mark kissed Kelly on the top of her head.

“You flatter me. Go on now before I jump your bones, it’s been too long.” Kelly gave him a hungry look.

“Ooo scary almost wife, gonna have to run away before she eats me.” Mark chuckled before dashing off to get set up.

“You’ll be eating me mister!” Kelly called after him giggling. Mark smirked and kept running.

Mark set up a conference room with five chairs. Four on one side, and one on the other. The candidates had already signed NDA’s and taken extensive evaluations about their willingness to participate in the activities on the ranch, but how would they really do? Mark şarkışla escort would put that to the test.

The next room he set up with a portable milking machine, a comfortable bench, a couch, and a couple chairs. He was ready, the question was, were they ready?

Theo arrived first, his smooth sepia skin pulled tightly across wiry muscles. His hair was cut into a stylish mid taper fade quiff. His jeans, dress shirt, and jacket would have looked casual were they not perfectly ironed and color matched. All of this paired with a well polished pair of chukka boots made him look like he had just stepped out of a menswear catalog.

After getting out of his cab, he made a beeline for the building. He paused once he reached the front steps, taking a moment to look at the ranch. Large barns sat nestled in grassy fields, the sun shone on a small lake, and the birdsong was the only real noise reaching him.

He took a breath, he hadn’t breathed air like this since summer camp when he was a kid. As a city kid from a busy and upper middle class family, he was not used to moments of quiet like this, and he wouldn’t have time to get used to this one either.

Delia half fell out of the cab, one combat boot unlaced. Her ash blonde hair, haphazardly braided out of her face. Theo watched her as she paid the cab driver and gave him a big smile, waving like an idiot.

Her straight cut jeans and tight T-shirt accentuated her figure, and she wore a blue and black flannel overtop, presumably for warmth. She made her way over to Theo after tying the offending bootlace.

“Hi, I’m Delia.” She stuck out her hand. Theo grinned and shook his head a little.

“I’m Theo, it’s nice to meet you.” Theo wasn’t usually a people person but her smile was infectious.

“So I’m guessing you saw me get out of the cab…” Delia blushed a deep red.

“No.. I… It’s…” Theo was horrified. Was he flustered? He was never flustered.

Delia laughed at Theo’s awkward half answer.

“Ah well, I could have embarrassed myself in front of someone not nearly as good looking as you, then I wouldn’t have been nearly as worried haha.” Delia rambled.

Theo smiled at the compliment.

“You’re quite the looker yourself.” Theo said, attempting to be suave.

“Hard to not be stared at when you’re a train wreck.” Quipped back Delia sheepishly.

“You don’t strike me as a train wreck.” Theo observed.

“What do I strike you as?” Delia asked.

“More intelligent than you want anyone to know.” Theo grinned devilishly.

“I…” Deli tried to deny.

“I’m pretty good at reading people.” Theo smiled.

Just then a baby blue pickup truck pulled in and parked. A brunette with green eyes and extremely curly hair jumped out. Her olive skin was freckled across the bridge of her nose.

“Hey there! I’m Bree! Are you both here for the trainer job?” Bree asked, friendly, but distant.

“I’m Delia and yes.” Delia answered before Theo got the chance.

“I’m Theo. Same here.” Theo coolly answered. Standing behind Delia. Bree got the sense this stance was protective. God she hated when people figured her out that quickly. She’d have to watch herself around Theo. Delia seemed none the wiser.

“I’m so glad to see another girl here.” Delia laughed. Theo pretended to sulk.

“Not that you aren’t wonderful company Theo.” She added. Theo smiled down at the small woman.

“I know, cupcake.” Theo answered, trying to be suave.

“Cupcake?” Delia asked incredulously.

“Yes, you’re sweet and pretty.” Theo flirted.

“Ok, then I will call you debonair.” Delia teased.

“You can call me anything you like.” Theo devilishly replied. Delia blushed hard. Bree almost puked. She had no time for friends, let alone romance.

“So what brought you both to apply?” Bree asked, trying to seem casual.

“Curiosity.” Theo narrowed his eyes at her as he answered. He knew that it wasn’t a casual question. She was sizing them up.

“I’m here because I had a few teeny tiny death threats, so I decided to leave the world of social media and work for a weird super secretive organization!” Delia answered enthusiastically.

Theo almost laughed at her suddenly playing dumb again, but he didn’t want to spoil her cover. Bree also almost laughed, but because she realized that Delia was not a threat in the slightest. It seemed that she would just have to worry about Theo, and whoever else showed up.

With almost comically perfect timing, a large man strode toward the group.

“Hey there y’all! I’m Devon, and who are you lovely ladies?” Devon was painfully Texan.

“Delia.” Delia stuck out her hand for a handshake, which Devon elegantly flipped and kissed.

“Delia; it’s a pleasure to meet you.” He gave her a genuine smile. Theo fought the urge to go all alpha male on him. He respected Delia and didn’t want her to think he was one of those guys who wanted to own a woman.

“And how about you darlin’?” Devon turned şarköy escort to address Bree.

“My name is Bree and you are too charming for your own good.” She teased.

“Oh sweet thing, I think I’m too charming for your own good.” He smirked. Bree once again had to keep from throwing up all over this man’s cowboy boots.

Unbeknownst to the gathering applicants, Mark had been watching and listening through an open window. He had decided that he could hire all of them, but it would depend on how the next week went.

He decided now would be a good time to make his entrance.

Mark stepped onto the wooden porch. His footsteps immediately drew the applicant’s attention.

“Welcome applicants! I’m Mark, and I’ll be interviewing and training you. I cannot stress how excited I am to get started, so if you’ll please follow me, we can begin.” Mark guided them into the building, towards the boardroom he’d set up.

“I’m assuming you’ve all introduced yourselves?” Mark asked and the applicants nodded.

“Wonderful, I know your names from your other interviews, so I think we should just get right into it. Does that work for you?” The applicants all nodded again.

“Perfect. Ok. As you were told in the interview, we are a ranch, but we raise human cattle. The bovine all agreed willingly to this lifestyle and are quite happy living it. We mainly profit off of human milk and sperm donations. Everyone with me?”

This was somewhat rhetorical as these applicants already knew this and he had chosen them based on their reactions. No one objected, so Mark continued.

“You have all applied for the role of trainer. I am willing to hire anyone who I decide is worthy of the role. Trainers are responsible for a bovine, and are tasked with all aspects of their care and keeping. You are the first trainers to go through the new application and training process. Is anyone opposed to staying here for the next week?” Mark offered plainly.

The applicants were all shocked by the information Mark had just given them. They could all be hired, they were the first of this new system, and they were to stay here for a week straight?

“I’m thrilled to stay Mark!” Bree responded quickly. Mark smiled at her. Theo rolled his eyes.

“Good. Alright, first things first, I believe you should all meet a cow and a bull.” Mark smiled.

He had placed Bessie and Atlas in the next room shortly before Theo had arrived.

“Are you all ready to meet the bovine?” Mark stood in front of a set of large doors. When he saw the applicants all looking eagerly at him, he opened the doors. Atlas stood with Bessie tucked into his side.

Delia looked awestruck, Theo looked curious, Bree looked determined, and Devon looked a little concerned. Mark didn’t say anything, he wanted to see how the applicants would approach. He had already given Atlas a rundown and warned him to be patient and gentle with them. He trusted the bull to react appropriately. Bree started walking towards Bessie, but Atlas stepped between them.

Delia smiled at both Atlas and Bessie and took a small step forward.

“They’re both beautiful.” She uttered reverently.

Theo stepped behind Delia. Delia didn’t notice, Mark did.

Delia looked to Atlas and then to Bessie. She addressed Bessie, gently holding a hand out.

“Can I touch your hair? It looks so soft.” Delia asked calmly. Theo stayed back but kept his eyes on Atlas. Atlas lowered his head toward Theo.

Mark realized he was telling Theo that he wasn’t a threat to Delia. The bull took a small step away as Bessie stepped towards Delia. Delia gently stroked from the top of Bessie’s head down to the end of her honey blonde waves.

“Your hair is so soft, thank you.” Delia was about to go back to where she was standing before, when Bessie gently grabbed her hand and pulled her into a hug. Delia hugged her right back. Mark beamed.

Theo looked at Atlas who was still watching Bessie. He took a slow step toward him, catching his attention.

“Hi, there.” Theo spoke softly and stayed where he was. Mark smiled at the mans confidence.

“His name’s Atlas.” He advised.

“Atlas. I’m thrilled to meet you.” Theo remembered what Atlas had done earlier and lowered his head in an almost bow.

The bull cocked an eyebrow and approached the slender man. He lowered his head, matching Theo’s stance and then straightened, and went to stand behind Bessie. Theo tried to suppress his smile, he had seemed to win the bulls favour.

Bree had approached Delia and Bessie and asked if she could braid Bessie’s hair. Bessie led the girls to the sofa and sat on the floor, allowing Bree to braid her long hair. Mark smiled at the girls.

Devon went and stood next to Theo. Atlas came over, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He stood behind Devon and breathed out deeply, ruffling the applicants hair and alerting him of his presence. Devon jumped forward and whipped around. Atlas smirked. Devon immediately stood up straighter and tried to recover his poise.

“Geez, don’t startle a guy like that.” He tried to joke.

“I’m Devon.” He offered out a hand. Atlas licked it. Devon grimaced and wiped off his hand. Mark let go of the laugh he was trying to suppress.

“Don’t take it personally Devon, he’s just an asshole.” Mark looked disaprovingly at Atlas who just went and rested his chin on Marks shoulder.