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Woman Arrives at the Farm She Inherited from Her Grandfather to Sell It, but a Farmhand Stands in Her Way â Story of the Day

Rebecca arrives at the farm she inherited, ready to sell it and move on. But a stubborn farmhand refuses to let her make an easy sale. He challenges her at every turn, forcing her to confront not just him but the memories and responsibilities she thought she left behind. Their clash will decide the farmâs fate.
Early in the morning, Rebecca got into her car, the sun barely peeking over the horizon. This wasnât part of her usual routine, but something unexpected had come up, and she had to deal with it.

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Leaving her small business in the hands of her assistant, she set off on a long drive, heading out of the busy city.
Rebecca was on her way to her late grandfatherâs farm, which he had left to her in his will. She hadnât been there in years. As a child, she spent summers there, running around and playing, but once she grew older her visits stopped.
Rebecca always assumed her grandfather would pass the farm on to one of his workers, someone who truly needed it. Now, she had no intention of running it herself. Her plan was simpleâcheck things out, find a buyer, and sell it as quickly as possible.

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Rebecca parked near the farmhouse and stepped out, glancing around. As she turned, she noticed a man on the porch. He stood up quickly, smiling.
âHey there,â he said. âYou must be my new boss. Iâm Derek.â He stepped forward, offering his hand.
Rebecca shook it, frowning slightly. Something about him seemed familiar. âHi, Derek. But youâve got it wrong. Iâm not your boss.â
Derek tilted his head. âWell then, may I at least know the name of my non-boss?â

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âOh,â Rebecca said, realizing she hadnât introduced herself. âIâm Rebecca.â
âWait a minute. Are you the same Rebecca who let all the chickens out so the dog could have fun?â He chuckled.
Rebeccaâs eyes widened as the memory came back. Derek was the son of one of her grandfatherâs workers, and they used to play together when she was little. âAnd youâre the same Derek who taught me to chase them with a slingshot?â
âGuilty as charged,â he said, raising his hands in mock surrender. They both laughed, easing the tension.

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Derekâs expression grew serious. âSo, what do you mean youâre not my boss? The farm was left to you, right?â
Rebeccaâs smile faded. âYes, but I donât plan to keep it. Iâm here to sell it.â
âWhat? Sell it? To who?â
âI donât know yet,â she said, shrugging. âWhoever wants to buy it.â

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âEven if they tear it down?â he asked.
âWell⌠yes.â
Derek stepped closer, his voice rising. âHow could you do that? Your grandfather spent his life on this farm! It was everything to him.â
Rebecca felt a pang of guilt but tried to stand her ground. âHeâs gone, Derek. And I have my own life. Being a farmer wasnât part of my plan.â

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Derekâs eyes searched hers. âWhat about the animals? The people who work here? Youâre just going to let them lose everything?â
She hesitated. âThe new owner will handle that.â
Derekâs face darkened. âYou donât care at all, do you?â
âI care. Itâs just⌠not my responsibility anymore,â she said quietly, turning to walk toward the house.

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Derekâs voice followed her. âYou heartless witch!â
Rebecca winced but didnât turn back. She quickened her pace, heading inside, trying to ignore the doubts his words stirred.
The next morning, Rebecca was startled awake by a knock on her door. She groggily got up and opened it to find a man standing on the porch.
âGood morning, Rebecca,â he said, nodding politely. âIâm Travis. I manage the fields here. Somethingâs happened, and I think youâll want to see it.â

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Rebecca rubbed her eyes. âMorning. Just give me a moment to get dressed.â
She quickly threw on the first clothes she found, then followed Travis outside. They walked through the farm until they reached one of the main fields. Rebeccaâs heart sank when she saw the crops. They looked weak, wilted, and sickly.
âWhatâs wrong with them?â she asked.
Travis sighed, his expression grim. âHard to say. Maybe someone spread something to damage them. Could be competitors. But if we donât act fast, weâll lose the entire crop.â

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Rebeccaâs face tightened. âI donât care. Iâm selling the farm. Thatâs my plan.â
Travis glanced at her. âYouâd get a lot more money if you sold it as a working farm. Not just land.â
Rebecca knew he had a point. She hesitated, then asked, âSo, what do you need from me?â
âI need an extra worker. One of our guys is out sick, and we donât have enough hands,â Travis explained.

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âAlright,â Rebecca said. âIâll find someone to help.â
Rebecca spent the entire day making phone calls, trying to find someone to hire. She went through a long list of contacts, but every answer was the sameânobody was available.
By evening, she was exhausted, her energy completely drained. She felt like a squeezed lemon, with nothing left to give.

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Tired and frustrated, Rebecca found herself wandering toward the stables. She remembered how, as a child, she would sit there for hours, surrounded by the soft sounds of the horses.
It always calmed her. She gently petted their noses, fed them some hay, and felt a wave of comfort wash over her. She sighed, thinking, who would have imagined this farm could bring her so many problems?
âOh, I didnât know princesses visited stables,â Derek said, his tone icy as he stepped inside.

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Rebecca turned, frowning. âWhatâs with the attitude?â
Derek folded his arms. âHow else should I talk to someone who doesnât care?â
âFor your information, I spent all day trying to find a worker for Travis,â she snapped. She wasnât sure why she felt the need to explain herself, but his accusation stung.
Derekâs lips curled into a bitter smile. âSo you can sell the farm for a better price. Thatâs what Travis said.â

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Rebecca rolled her eyes, trying to ignore the guilt building inside her.
âI can help Travis,â Derek said, âbut I need support with the livestock. Thatâs my job.â
âThereâs no one available to work,â she said.
Derek stepped closer, his gaze steady. âYou could help.â

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Rebecca blinked, surprised. âMe?â
He raised an eyebrow. âOr are your hands too soft for real work?â
âI know how to work,â she shot back. âItâs the only thing Iâve ever really known how to do.â
âGood,â Derek said, turning toward the door. âThen itâs settled.â

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Rebecca stood there, still processing, as he walked away, wondering how sheâd just agreed to help.
For the next few weeks, Rebecca found herself doing things she never expected. She woke up early each morning, pulling on boots and gloves, ready to work. She helped the workers in the fields, fed the animals, and even joined them in the kitchen, cooking meals after long days.
At first, she thought it would be a struggle, but the workers were patient and kind, teaching her the tasks step by step. They treated her like part of the team, and she started to see how much they cared about the farm.

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Rebecca began to question if selling the farm was the right decision. Every night, she fell into bed exhausted, but it was a different kind of tiredness. The farm, once just a burden, was slowly becoming a place she was starting to care about.
One evening, as she walked back to the house, she spotted something unusualâsmall surveillance cameras mounted on poles, pointing straight at the field. Why hadnât she noticed them before?
After asking around, she learned from Sarah, a longtime farm worker, where to access the footage. Sarah brought it to the house, and Rebecca started watching the recordings.

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She fast-forwarded until she found what she was looking forâfootage of someone sneaking through the field, scattering a strange powder over the crops. The image was blurry at first, but then the figureâs face came into view. Rebeccaâs heart dropped. It was Derek.
Furious, she slammed her laptop shut and stormed out of the house. Without thinking, she marched straight toward Derekâs cabin, her mind spinning.
Rebecca stormed up to Derekâs door. When he opened it, she held out her laptop, the screen showing the footage. âCare to explain this?!â she snapped.
Derek sighed, his shoulders drooping. âI was trying to delay the sale,â he said.

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âSo you decided to destroy the farm?!â Rebecca yelled, her voice shaking.
âI didnât destroy it,â Derek replied. âI slowed things down. It worked. I know youâve started to care.â
âYou canât just do that, Derek! People had to work harder because of you!â she shouted.
âI thought you didnât care about the people here,â he said. âI wanted to make you see what this farm means.â

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Rebecca felt a sting in his words, but she refused to back down. âBut you messed up! I donât care! Thatâs why Iâm selling itâto the first buyer who shows up!â she yelled, her voice cracking as she turned and stormed away, leaving Derek standing there.
Two days later, two businessmen arrived at the farm. Rebecca greeted them with a polite smile and led them on a tour, showing them the fields, the barns, and the house. She kept her tone professional, trying to stay detached.
After the tour, Ryan, one of the men, said, âWeâre ready to buy it.â

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Rebecca felt a weight lift from her shoulders. âGreat! When can we sign the contract?â she asked.
âRight now,â said the other man, Tom. âWe brought our lawyer with us.â
Rebecca nodded and led them inside. They sat at the dining table, and the lawyer set the papers down. She picked up the pen, but her hand froze. Something didnât feel right. âYouâre buying the farm to run it, right?â she asked.

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âNot exactly,â Ryan replied. âWe plan to build a factory here. Is that a problem?â
Rebeccaâs stomach twisted. She hesitated, but forced a smile. âNo, no problem.â Her eyes drifted to the wall. A childhood photo of her and her grandfather hung thereâshe was feeding a calf, smiling wide. She took a deep breath, pushing the papers closer. Slowly, she prepared to sign.
After fifteen minutes, Rebecca walked Ryan, Tom, and their lawyer out of the house. She spotted Derek sitting under a tree, watching. Tom shook her hand. âWell, good luck,â he said. Ryan did the same, and then they drove off.

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Derek got up and walked over. âCongratulations,â he said flatly. âThe farmâs no longer your problem. How much did you sell it for?â
Rebecca looked at him. âI changed my mind.â
âWhat?â Derekâs eyes widened, confused.
âIâm not selling it,â she repeated.

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Derekâs frown melted into a smile. âReally?â
âDonât get too happy,â she said, trying to stay serious. âIâm a demanding boss. My employees usually avoid me.â
Derek suddenly pulled her into a tight hug, catching her off guard. After a moment, she realized what was happening and hugged him back, feeling something warm and hopeful stir inside her.

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