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It seems 10 years ago, we would start over again after 7 years invested in the company. What would you do if you were sexually assaulted by the branch manager? Once intentions were made apparent (i.e. showing no interest)the Good Girl, who is also the Saint and a light angel, who began as a recruiter and worked her way to the top, one behind the henchman, was crucified and ostracized by the entire REAL ESTATE community, crippled in an industry that is signed, sealed and delivered by the contacts you maintain. 7 days a week on human safari. A moral dilema yes, but not the Eternity.

How does one play the game and remain true to the name of their honor? Combating the industry with a virus of good sound advice could be a seed planted to heal. Disinfect the officers presently taking the 60/40 cut nevermind the 25% on all referrals. There's no overhead! What ken possibly be determined as just? What is plain excess?

The melting pot became the icy firing of Johhny Y, one of the shining stars in the sky covered in soot, who was called into the office like a solemn schoolboy, due to a clash in personalities. Determining market trends as a potential agitator, strictly for the people you see, it seems the Heavy came down in the form of an employee who complained to the powers that be, who then set up a meeting for the axe to fall, later that afternoon.

Hard labor for a slum land-lord. There is a level of manipulation. One must take advantage of the system. Fast money corrupts a consequence so what is your price? When purchasing property, shouldn't you be a pain?

You have to combine a person and their skills. Meet and greet. Illustrate as a glamour girl on the Price Is Right. Lay the groundwork with little reason but brightly colored lights like at a fast food resturant. Have realistic expectations and find the likes and dislikes.

"I'm totally screwing him."

Land something that may be called property. Be care and concern. 85% of the general public is ignorant. The animal preys on these missing elements in the shadows, averting their faces, which is always changing. Talk about trips to Africa to shoot big game, playboy on the town, puppy at home! This offer is good until...

Over an hour later Johnny Y sent a message via Pirate Radio to an x-employee no longer with the company. J.Y. was subsequently fired. Funny how word travels. Ground Control has intercepted the message in circulation and Johnny was informed via the HR director.

"Your services will no longer be needed."

A consumer being consumed. A young punk evolving into an asshole with no compassion for the weak. Lend, loan and buy, Shelter 1-2-3, you've seen the papers and our mugs on T.V. Ship all your information overnight. I depend on slothfulness and your inattention.

Then there's the messages' sudden disappearance from the company's main hard-drive...

"I don't know what the sleuth-hound has been feeding you, but none of that shit is even remotely true! A man named ___ steals money and sexually assualts his prey at will."

Meanwhile in the same office earlier that day.

"Johnny Y...your not a team player."

2 days later she files a sexual harrassment suit while on a leave of absence. All this will be decided by Thanksgiving and they are gonna grill Johnny Y with diabolical depositions with a grueling pace set just to trip him up! But the truth doesn't change now does it!

Every appointment had been difficult, up to this point so why should this be any different? Tragedy at every stop. Continuous junction, misdirections upon every point. I was prescribed anti depressants and couldn't even get an appointment for months and talked to like, 15 different doctors. Whatta monkey wrench in my social life! 8 different affidavids were filed. Like I was gonna cause any havoc to the company and become a liability? I didn't have the time! This has been going on beyond years and has been like an anchor around my neck if you need to know the truth. Think of the weight lifted with our cessation. One person is dead...think of that one elderly lady, frail and thin, weathered by time with snow white hair and spectacles; meek, but not scared, her entire savings in the hands of Christopher Sly!

Comepletely liquidated by those Option thugs! She was a kind old woman but scared, and with good reason it seems! Last thing she wanted to do was go through the mortage process and potentially part with her life savings, which is, by now, in a remote country searching for the White Elephant. This started in March and they promised to be done in a timely fashion.

Right in time with the season to break. Closing costs were down.

"I would't have to deplete everything...will I?"

She had since moved out of her condo and waited over 3 months only to find out the house just wasn't ready. What's the use? First, who has any options? She had moved in with her ill-accomodating family to stay in an cramped inlaw's apartment, only to pay for storage and perish shortly thereafter and I don't want that to be me.