Chapter 8
Mack
I didn’t tell anyone, even Wilson, about my meeting Friday afternoon. When the message came through earlier in the week, a part of me wondered if it was a joke, but when I called to confirm the appointment, I was just in shock.
One of the local restaurants wanted to offer Sunrise as an option on their menu and was willing to pay a hefty amount to guarantee they would have the beer they wanted when they wanted. The owner wanted to meet.
If the contract went through, it would mean I made it. Stephanie and I always said getting asked to produce beer for local restaurants was our dream. We wanted to see our beer in stores, but to have it on tap would be huge.
I stopped by Sunrise on my way to the meeting to grab a sample pack to take with me. The soft hum of the equipment m
