(Part lowest
;-) I was back The documents Mr. Listing agent 123 of the Pigeons him reciting my spiel: my client is the most beautiful, delicate, pre-approved mortgage in support ... what a perfect client!
(Se I hated the art of doing in my home region is that we did not have the option of going to present ourselves (as agent collaborator) offers to customers / vendors . j'vous mozussss tell the nice officer gave presentations where the difference ;-) I
issue back to the office to pass time while waiting for the call.
(My Broker me charge an extra fee office this month as I spent the carpet by the 100 steps ;-))).
Finally, the call comes ... ..
"Marian? It was Mr. listing of 123 of the Pigeons "
(Arrrrgh ... .. Get to the point !!!!! The Devil greetings ... -)
" Yes, Mr. listing "
" Your offer been accepted as is. ... Congratulations! "
(What? From Kess Y ... silly me it there?? No cons-proposal ... Nothing?? Yessssss Sir !!!).
"Okay Mr. listing" I said in a tone of false calm.
"It will be recalled tomorrow to the acknowledgment and then, okay? "
" No problem, see you tomorrow "
Click!
I jump around the office. Secretary writhes with laughter. I had dropped three or four "Yes Sir" in less than 30 seconds.
(J'prends not even have time to get a smoke. ... I call Lucy)
** (With the following, I knew at the pre-purchase inspection which took place two days later. This is the mother of Lucy, who told me, Lucy had to return to Toronto. What I say, no one hears. ).
Drollin! Drollin! (Well the sound of a ringing telephone is
;-) "Hi Lucy, Lady!" With a tremor in his voice, I swear
"Hello, how are you?? "Voice full of concern.
"I have good news, your bid is accepted"
"Ho! "I heard
tears flowed. ... I was crying as she was, I believe. She was speechless.
"Lucy, I let you go and share the news with your family and you call me later for the rest ok? "
" Okay ... .. by now. "
She had said a few words. She had not yet returned to the room where his parents and his daughters were watching TV.
Turning, she saw Angel across the room and it went to the kitchen table. She took my business card and gently gave her soft kisses on my picture, repeating
"Thank you! Thank you Lady! "With a smile full of tenderness.
Lucy had not said anything and nothing in our exchange confirmed the result. But Angel knew.
**
write his lines and I'm still excited. I never thought possible to touch a child. ... No .... I never thought would be so touched by a child.
I treasure the letter that Lucy sent to my broker. I keep
especially this little happiness in a special corner of my heart. When I am sad, I think of Lucy, the oldest and little Angel who is there to be no Assembly.
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