At noon, Genevieve walked towards Annie's house, a charming small cottage nestled in the woods. Annie greeted her with warmth, clearly delighted by her visit.
"Come in!" Annie invited her inside.
Genevieve entered with a smile. "It's important that we have a conversation. I want to express my gratitude for your support. Not only have you been a wonderful companion in this unique relationship, but you've also contributed significantly to enhancing our business and financial well-being. I want to thank you."
Annie waved her hand dismissively. "There's no need for thanks, dear. We're all in this together."
"You're very kind. We share a common goal. Now, let me ask you something."
"Ask away, my friend."
"Our sales of beer and liquor have been quite successful. I've been contemplating whether it's feasible for us to take a more hands-on approach. Specifically, I'm considering the idea of brewing our beer to sell. If you don't mind, I'd like to hear your thoughts."
