As Emily received the contract from Lauretta, she flipped through the pages, scanning the dense text. "Thank you, Lauretta," she said, her voice composed as she turned her attention to Alex.
Alex's brow furrowed in skepticism as he took the contract from Emily's outstretched hand. "Why Silverwood?" he questioned, his tone tinged with suspicion.
Lauretta, standing nearby, observed the exchange with keen interest. Her sharp eyes flickered between Emily and Alex, silently gauging the tension in the room.
Emily's response was barely audible, her voice barely above a whisper.
"I took interest in Silverwood because of you," she admitted, her gaze flickering with uncertainty.
At her words, Lauretta's eyebrows shot up in surprise, her expression betraying her curiosity.
Confusion clouded Alex's features as he processed her words. "Sorry?" he pressed, his confusion evident.
With a deep breath, Emily met his gaze, her eyes filled with sincerity. "I've done my research on the beer-making industry," she explained, her voice gaining strength. "And the indigenous breweries of Silverwood have a unique story—a story that resonates with me. It's more than just business; it's about preserving tradition and supporting local communities."
The mayor, who had been observing the exchange from across the table, chimed in. "Indeed, Ms. Walton," he interjected, his voice carrying the weight of authority. "Silverwood's breweries are an integral part of our town's heritage. We take great pride in our traditions."
Alex studied Emily intently, searching for any hint of deception. But all he found was honesty and determination. With a nod, he conceded,
"Alright, let's see what Silverwood has to offer."
After all the talking, Emily faced Alex and extended her hand with a determined look. "So, let's work together," she said confidently, her voice tinged with excitement and anticipation.
The mayor, ever observant, noticed Emily's interest in Alex and saw an opportunity for them to spend more time together. "Why don't you take her around the town over the next few days, Alex?" he suggested with a knowing smile. "Show her the sights and introduce her to the locals."
Alex hesitated for a moment, caught off guard by the mayor's suggestion. But before he could respond, Emily eagerly seized the opportunity. "That will be great!" she exclaimed, her enthusiasm infectious.
Caught up in Emily's excitement, Alex found himself unable to refuse her genuine interest. He nodded in agreement, a sense of anticipation building within him. "Can we start toda..." Emily began eagerly, but Lauretta, always practical, interjected with a gentle reminder. "Tomorrow would be fine," she advised, her voice calm and measured. "We need to rest for the evening after a long day of discussions."
As the meeting concluded, Alex, Lauretta, and Emily left the hall, heading towards the parking lot. Emily turned to Alex with a warm smile. "Where do you live? Let's give you a lift," she offered, her voice full of charisma.
Alex shook his head, pointing towards his motorbike parked nearby. "I came with my ride," he said, a hint of pride in his voice.
Emily's eyes followed his gesture, and she raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed. She reached into her bag and pulled out a sleek business card, handing it to him. "Call me tomorrow so we can schedule our outing," she said, her tone confident and inviting. "Do have a great evening."
As Emily and Lauretta got into their car, Emily's demeanor remained composed and elegant. Alex, on the other hand, couldn't help but feel a mix of irritation and intrigue. He watched them drive off, then turned to his motorbike with a sigh. He pocketed her card and mounted his bike, the engine roaring to life as he sped off into the evening, thoughts swirling in his mind about the unexpected turn his day had taken.
Very early the next morning, as the first rays of the sun began to light up Silverwood, Emily stood by her car. She was dressed in a vibrant red polka dot playsuit that highlighted her graceful figure. A wide-brimmed sun hat added a touch of playful sophistication, and her dark sunglasses lent an air of mystery and elegance. She rested casually against her car, exuding confidence and anticipation.
As Nana came out to water her little garden, Emily, thinking it was Alex, composed herself, adopting an imposing and sexy posture. However, when she realized it was the elderly woman instead, she quickly adjusted her stance, softening her demeanor.
"Hello, young lady," Nana greeted kindly, her voice gentle and welcoming.
Emily straightened up and smiled warmly. "Hello," she answered, her voice polite and friendly. She removed her sunglasses, revealing her eyes and a genuine smile.
Nana's eyes twinkled with curiosity and kindness. "Waiting for someone?""Yes, ma'am," Emily replied. "I'm waiting for Alex.
"Nana nodded understandingly. "Ah, Alex. He's a good boy. He'll be out shortly. Would you like to come inside for some tea while you wait?"
Emily was taken aback by the offer, her initial nerves melting away. "That would be lovely, thank you."
As Nana turned to go back inside, Emily felt a warmth she hadn't expected. She watched the elderly woman disappear into the house, feeling a growing sense of connection to this place and its people.