Makayla drove out of town with Jirawut and Namie sitting behind him.
The two were kissing passionately and tasting each other.
"don't do it again," Namie said. "We can't do it twice in one day."
"Yes," Jirawut said, touching her butt.
They reached her company " The gunfire man company" office, where Jirawut parked and got out.
"What is the company"
"We make the guns, honey."
"And that's your company?"
"Yes, it is."
"I'm impressed," Jirawut said.
Namie smiled, appreciating Jirawut's genuine interest and admiration for her business. She led him inside the office, where the bustling atmosphere and organized chaos of a manufacturing company greeted them.
As they walked through the production floor, Jirawut observed the dedicated workers meticulously assembling and testing firearms. The rhythmic sounds of machinery and the scent of metal filled the air. Namie explained the company's commitment to quality, safety, and responsible manufacturing practices.
