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"What? I manage to make myself look good every day." "Yes, and I stand corrected once again. Very good, Halia, excellent." Halia slowly sits on the couch, crossing one leg over the other. "So, boss... I passed this test. What's next?" "Well, you didn't quite pass the test I was expecting, but you passed, nonetheless." She sits down on the opposite side of the couch, glancing over the decorative furniture and colorful, home-store look of the room. "You sure you didn't go to school for design?" "I'll let part of me remain a mystery for now. Glad to hear there's something about me you don't know about." "It's entertaining to discover more and more about you, I must admit. Here's to more discoveries about both of us!

Halia drives the small cart down from Rhannah's house on the hill and towards the scenic dairy just down the road. While life has been pretty cushy the past few days, not needing to worry about where her next paycheck comes from, she did come to realize that her time with Rhannah has been shrouded in a bit of mystery, especially when it comes to the dairy business. "Alright, we're a little behind on production," Rhannah says, stepping out of the vehicle. On this warm day, she dresses lightly, casually, even. Halia looks the part of a farmhand, dressing in a long-sleeved shirt and jeans. "Not sure how I'm the right species to be helping you with that, boss." Rhannah smiles as she approaches the large milk barn. She stops at the door and holds her hand out to the card reader set on the side of it. "This one's for you." Rhannah presents to Halia a card. Halia takes it, giving it a quick look over. "Halia Equison. Personal Assistant to the Boss.' "Nice ring to it, don't you think?" "Honestly, you've been doing more assisting for me in the grand scheme of things," Halia admits, swiping the card. With a quick beep, the door unlocks, and Rhannah steps inside, the chilly, air-conditioned environment. "Oh, come on. I take care of my employees. That being said, that's what we're doing today. It's time you meet the girls. We're about to get everyone hooked up, and then you can get us a nice lunch made afterward. How does that sound?" "I thought you said you were taking care of your workers, not trying to poison them." Stepping through another doorway, they make it to the larger chamber where pumps and tubes drape down from the ceiling with large containers in the middle. In this room are a dozen stalls with cushioned seats high windows, and stands for personal devices. An older cow, a Holstein, sits in one of the seats already, dressed in a white dress unbuttoned from the front, the machine suctioning the white liquid from her body right there in front of them. She yawns as she looks up from her crossword puzzle and smiles up at the horse.. "Oh, hey there, Miss d'Ayrie. Is this the lucky lady who gets to be at your beck and call all day?" "Yup," Halia says. "And it has its benefits. For one, I get paid to deal with her silliness." "Oh, we deal with it here too, missie, don't you worry about that." The cow chuckles gently. "Halia, this is Bertha, one of our hardest workers. A mother of two and loving wife, and producer of fine dairy products." She turns to the cow. "I see you're here bright and early again." "Yeah, Angie was kind enough to get me hooked up before she left. Was gonna be Beth doing it for me, but you know how she is working with her momma." "Ah, yes, right." Rhannah turns back to Halia. "Come over here and help me out with one of my newer hires." She walks over towards the back of the room. There is a door, which Rhannah knocks on. "Hey, dear. Ready to come on out?" The door cracks open just a bit, and a younger Holstein pokes her head out. "Ah... wh... who is that?" "Now, Beth," calls out the older bovine, "No need to be nervous. It's just the personal assistant to your boss." "Oh!" Beth says, slinking out. She dresses the same as her mother, but this one is buttoned up. "S... sorry, still getting used to things. Rhannah motions towards the younger cow. "Beth here is Bertha's youngest. She just recently graduated high school and is saving up for college by taking a summer job." "Admirable," Halia says, keeping her head tilted up just a bit, though she can't keep the suction of the machine out of her head, imagining some forty-something with her udders out right behind her. "Hand me that box over there, would you?" Rhannah's voice cuts Halia back to reality. She glances down, only to see Rhannah on her knees, sitting in front of Beth's station, the young cow already sitting in her seat with her dress opened up. The younger cow and the horse make eye contact, yet neither of them seems too eager to keep it, as Halia develops a bit of whiplash from jerking her neck to glance at the direction Rhannah pointed to. The horse grabs the box, opening it up and seeing various pumps of different sizes. "Oh, uh... What should I get here...?" "Just hand the whole thing over. This dang thing is too dang tight." "Oh, ri... right," Halia hefts the box up, carrying the massive container over towards the station and dropping it down beside her boss. Rhannah then immediately gets to work, unhooking the one pump set and then sliding on the next. Soon, Beth is relaxed and leaning back, reading a book. Rhannah stands up, clapping her hands together. "Right, so, each of these pumps are standardized, which makes it cheaper. Problem is, a cow's udders can get quite swollen and sensitive, so you gotta have a lot of spare parts nearby.