Hayleys been waiting for an hour in her chair, sitted awkwardly, almost asleep, and still munching peanuts from a plastic bag with the words Bombs written on it.
*Bombs truly is the best name for it, I can litteraly feel myself getting bigger by the second.* thought the popstar.
She was dressed in a casual style. She wore an electric blue shirt, a boyfriend 7/8 jeans over red and white chuck tailors and got her hair loose. Her recent behaviors made her shirt feel a bit tight around the belly section, but still she couldn't herself from pigging out.
Suddendly a door opened.
Hayley adjusted her attitude and her seat.
Appeared a strict dressed woman. In her mid 30's, wearing a grey shirt and a black dress, just as if she was going to the court. She was a tad overweight, but nothing different the usual office employee.
"Miss Williams I presume.
- You presumed right.
- I'm the famous Chips girl from the phone call.
- Oh yes, hi.*munch* sorry it was the last one, these ones are cray.
- Oh Bombs, we have an agreement with them too, you'd like to meet them too?
- One brand at a time, plus I don't think that my body could handle both of them."
The woman chuckles while having a tease of Hayley's belly.
- No problem. But still, if you're interested, you can still contact me.
- Sure, if one day I wanna end up in the Guiness World Record, I'll think about you.
- Always a good word. Now come on in, we'll talk about our agreement."
The woman invited Hayley inside and pulled a chair for her to seat.
The room was huge, maybe too big for one desk, it had different brand posters on the walls, with the differents stars appearing on it.
From old timers from the 50's to new ones like Beth Ditto or Christina Aguilera. They were all on this wall, like this room was more a museum and this lady the curator. She had tiny red desk, made of plastic, a bit cheap but made to look cool and dynamic (well for a company).
On the table, three bags of chips : a green, a yellow and a red.
Each of thel with a different taste.
The red one was a tomato veggie, the yellow one a mistard veggie and the green one a low fat veggie one.
"I bet, I'm tasting the green one?
- Yep, that's it? But first there are some papers shit to fill. Is that okay?
- Yep, always my favorite part.
- Alright, so....
After few minutes of talk.
"So to the good part.
- Tasting. Said Hayley, excited.
- You'll see, it's an intense...
The other woman hadn't finished her sentence that Hayley had already opened the bag and eaten the first chips. " OH MY GOD!" She screamed, sounding like she had an orgasm.
"I'm sorry, my bad, I let myself go.
- It's alright, I guess, so like it.
- No, I don't like it, I LOVE IT! And you say I'll have it for a lifetime?
- That's signed!
- Oh My. Now that's my kind of deal. It's like my whole life I've been waiting for this food to be created. And it's right here, in my hand." And she devoured the rest of the chips with passion.
" You're sending me the best vibes.
- EMPTY already?!
- Would you like to taste the others?
- I can?
- They're here so... yeah. Help yourself.
Hayley wasted no time and emptied both of the bags in record time.
"Where do I sign for those?
- There's a lign where it says "You can represent all of our brand for the year to come."
- Even Bombs?
- I can add Bombs too!
- I'm in.
- Then welcome, miss Williams, you've made a big deal.
- Thanks, do you have other ones?
- Help yourself! The room in the back is the shop, show them your card and you can have how many bags you want.
- Thank you so much.
- And remember, we take the pictures in 6 months, so you'll have time to know the product.
-Yeah, whatever."
Hayley stood up, and shaked the woman hand and left the room.
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