“It’s nice enough, you know? Pleasant. But just no… pizzazz, you know?”
What does this woman want?, thought Maxine. She’d been showing house after house in the neighbourhood. But there was only so much you could do in a tight real estate market and a budget that was… not pitifully small, but certainly a number that put most houses beyond her reach. Beer wages and champagne taste, this one. She didn’t know how to solve the disparity.
“Do you have one with maybe a better view? And a patio?”
Maxine began to plan dumping this client onto a junior realtor.
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