properly or they havenât been shown , or they only did what their supervisor told them to do.â
âIâve never had any problem with taking responsibility, Mrs Lasrey,â Remy said, fighting a mix of frustration, panic, and the growing urge to have a damn good cry. She didnât cry often, but it had been a shitty, shitty dayâthe queen of shitty daysâand it wasnât getting any better.
âGood.â Ailsa smiled a smile so cold, it burned. âYou werenât concentrating on your job this morning and you mixed up the wrong chemical because you were a million miles awayâcaught up in some foolâs dream involving my son. And this time, I donât mean Blake.â
The words were like a scalpel laying the truth bare, all Remy could do was blink.
Ailsa inhaled: long, deliberate. Then she exhaled, hard and fast. âIn my opinion you should never have been employed here in the first place, but I let Greg Trimble recommend you, and the board chose you against my better judgement. I want your resignation. Iâll even say please.â
An image of Doug Mulvraneyâs weasel face filled Remyâs mind. Her crappy rental house. That ugly hulking hedge. Lexie hefting supermarket boxes late on Sunday nights. Bills on the fridge.
Resigning wasnât an option. Not without something to go to. And what winery would employ her now, after this?
âI need this job. Please. I have financial obligations.â Debts to a man who makes you look like a cuddly toy.
âYou think youâre out of pocket,â Ailsa said, voice rising. âYou poison my flagship vines. Cost me a small fortune in man-hours trying to fix-up your error. If we canât fix it then my insurance excess and premiums all go upânot to mention the wine we canât make for years from the cabernet block.â Ailsa fingered the rectangle of paper sheâd pulled from the file. It was upside-down on the table and she pushed it back and forth.
âThe vines might not be that bad, Mrs Lasrey. Greg has a planââ
âFor a smart girl youâre being very stupid.â Ailsaâs finger stabbed the table once, diamonds flashing beneath the overhead lights. âNo winery in Margaret River will employ you after this. Thereâs no happy ending here, Remy. I saw you in Sethâs office last night. I saw the look on your face. Iâve seen it before. Girls have been throwing themselves at him since he was in high school. You do know heâs about to get engaged, donât you?â
âI didnât throw myself at anyone â¦â and then the last word snagged in her head. Engaged?
Suddenly, Remy felt very, very tired and she just wanted this finished. All the emotions sheâd weathered since Seth shielded her from the storm on Saturday imploded and fell flat, like fallout from a mushroom cloud. Sheâd been an idiot, quite obviously, in more ways than one.
âEveryone who works here knows about Helene, except you,â Ailsa said. âThatâs why Sethâs gone to France. Helene Bouchard is the daughter of our oak supplier. Bouchard is the most prestigious barrel manufacturer in France. She and Seth have been lovers for years. Helene understands him. Hers is a great wine legacy, too. Such a wonderful family â¦â
âHe said he was going to an exhibition. Vinitech.â
âOh, he is. Thatâs first. Heâll be finished with that in a few days. The rest of the time heâll be at the Bouchard Cooperage with Helene.â
Adieu, Helene. Remy remembered his farewell on the phone yesterday as clearly as if Seth had been in the room. She pushed up from her seat, not wanting Ailsa to see how much she hurt. This time, she made it to her feet. âI wonât waste any more of your time, Mrs Lasrey. I assume I shouldnât bother coming in for work tomorrow?â
âThereâs just one final matter.â Ailsa
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