Windows
Inside, outside, the ones you forgot you had.
How it started
Preston and Grayson had a summer problem: they wanted money, and they did not want to ask for it.
So they looked around the neighborhood and noticed something — everybody's windows are filthy, and nobody wants to clean them. Cleaning windows is tedious. It's streaky. It is, by all accounts, a pain in the glass.
So they grabbed squeegees, a bucket of ambition, and way too much Gatorade, and started knocking on doors in Elm Grove. No app. No subscription. No corporate window-cleaning overlords. Just two kids who'll make your glass disappear — in a good way — and put every dollar toward the dream.
Hire the brothers. Fund the hustle. Lose the smudges.
