From Sneers to Cheers Anthea's Ascent novel Chapter 69

"Sounds like a plan!" Nanson exclaimed, "If Ann teaches you her killer cooking skills, we'll make a killing! Carole, don't underestimate a diner. It's way better than any desk job if it hits off."

"You're right, Uncle Nanson," Anthea nodded in agreement, but Carole remained skeptical.

Starting a diner sounded easy, but the reality could be quite challenging.

Running a business wasn't just about smooth talking.

If things went south, just the rent could be a nightmare to cover.

Carole furrowed her brow. "The rent in a decent spot in our town is sky-high. We're talking thousands a month..."

"Don't worry about the money," Nanson assured her, "I've got enough saved up for rent, and once Mrs. Black's husband is back on his feet, she's paying me a hefty fee. Besides, we will turn a profit with the business."

Mentioning Paulina, a worried look crossed Carole's face, "Ann, are you sure Mr. Black will recover within a month?"

She had accompanied Anthea on a house call to check on Tammie some time ago.

Tammie had seemed at death's door.

Carole was deeply concerned.

Anthea offered a reassuring smile, as fresh and hopeful as April's blossoms. "Don't worry. Mr. Black will pull through."

Somehow, that smile washed away Carole's worries about Tammie, but she still had her doubts about the diner venture.

Seeing Carole's anxious demeanor, Nanson couldn't help but encourage her. "Carole! You got to have guts in business! Take risks! With your cold feet, you'll never strike it rich!"

Nanson was a different breed altogether.

He dared to take leaps, although his business acumen was questionable.

"Okay then," Carole relented, "I'll trust you guys."

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