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Lost in Limbo
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Pricilla Whiteclift - 'Pris' to her family and friends - had moved back to her hometown after an absence of 6 years. After high school, she had moved to the big city, gone to classes and got her realtors license. For several years, she had worked the big city market, with all the cutthroat tactics and backstabbing that happened. She had tried several different agencies, but had never found the right fit. So, she moved back home. Well, technically not 'home' but to her hometown. At 24, she was too old to move in with mom and dad, but she had found herself a great little house that she wanted to buy. When she went in to ask about it, she wound up signing up with the real estate agency - Farmington Realtors - and Mr. Farmington had welcomed her to the firm, turned her over to Mrs. Clark, who was the office manager.
Mrs. Clark appeared to be about 50 and looked like a librarian. But she was nice, with her sensible shoes and sharp pantsuit, the woman seemed to know her way around the office. Pris was shown to a desk and informed that first day was a slack day. She smiled at the woman.
"Oh, but I already have my first sale."
Mrs. Clark merely raised her eyebrow in question. Pris held up a photo of the house she planned to buy.
"I plan on buying this place."
"I see. I'll notify the agent that's carrying that of your interest. I think he sits at that desk by the window."
She pointed over to a prime desk across the room. She smiled at Mrs. Clark. She had figured that someone else might not be willing to give up his commission on a sale but one could always try. Oh well, there were always others. She still wanted to buy the house.
Mrs. Clark appeared to be about 50 and looked like a librarian. But she was nice, with her sensible shoes and sharp pantsuit, the woman seemed to know her way around the office. Pris was shown to a desk and informed that first day was a slack day. She smiled at the woman.
"Oh, but I already have my first sale."
Mrs. Clark merely raised her eyebrow in question. Pris held up a photo of the house she planned to buy.
"I plan on buying this place."
"I see. I'll notify the agent that's carrying that of your interest. I think he sits at that desk by the window."
She pointed over to a prime desk across the room. She smiled at Mrs. Clark. She had figured that someone else might not be willing to give up his commission on a sale but one could always try. Oh well, there were always others. She still wanted to buy the house.