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In another life and a different context, I might have even liked her. But as my employee, she was an exhausting mess.
“He probably took the credit for my sales.”
“This is what I mean,” I told her. “You’re giving me an excuse…”
“I’m giving you an explanation.”
“Fine,” I said. “You’re giving me an explanation. But if we hear from a little bird that you didn’t make a single sale over at Hollywood Realty either and then you come here and also don’t make a single sale over a two-month period? It doesn’t look good.”
She nodded.
“If you want to show he’s a liar, the easiest way to do that is to make a sale.”
Now it was her turn to be silent.
“Do you think you can do that?” I asked.
“Give me a month,” she told me.
“A month,” I said. “Is that a promise? Can we shake on that?”
Sloane shook her head. “How should I know? I mean, I’ll try. I’ll do my best. But the market is what it is. Is anyone else doing much better?”
She had a point. The market was faltering right now, the result of rising interest rates, and people were reluctant to sell. Other agents hadn’t had much luck either, but they had several prior months of success to point to. Sloane was too new. She had nothing.
“More excuses, Sloane,” I said.
Still, I figured I should throw her a bone. I pulled open the file cabinet drawer on my desk and removed a folder, handing it to her.
“This is the Dyer house,” I said. “Marty and Rebecca.”
She flipped the folder open and looked through the pictures.
“It’s a nice house.”
“It’s a beautiful house, but that’s not the point.”
I let her skim through the information to see if she could find it herself. When she did, her face lit up.
“Divorce.”
“That’s right,” I said. “They’ve got a divorce agreement.”
“Which requires that they sell the house.” She kept reading, nodding along with the words. “It’s a guaranteed sale.”
“That’s right,” I said. “It’s court ordered.”
“I’d have to be a complete loser to screw this one up.”
“In so many words,” I said, “yes.”
But, behind her smile, I saw a glimpse of self-doubt. As if, on some level, she worried that she was that complete screw-up and wouldn’t be able to sell the house. If we were being honest, I had the same worry.
CHAPTER3
***SLOANE***
“Why are you doing that?”
