Please find attached photos of the property. It’s a bit outdated, with wooden interiors, but it’s clean and well-maintained.
Let me know if you’d like to schedule a tour or if you have any questions. As mentioned, the property will officially go on the market tomorrow morning, so you’ll have today to decide if you’d like to submit an application and be the first in line.
Looking forward to hearing from you soon!
Warm regards,
Linda
Ocean Sky’s Realty
I click on the attached photos. The house looks perfect—a bit outdated but clean, with wood-paneled walls that give it a cozy, old-coast vibe. The kitchen is huge, with a picture window that frames the ocean like a painting. The living room is bright and airy, and I can already picture Neptune sprawled out across the floor.
The master bedroom—God, it’s everything with windows that look out over the waves. I could whale-watch right from my bed!
I quickly Google the address. It’s in a small community on the south side of the bay with just a handful of homes, all surrounded by lush greenery.
“Can this be any more perfect?” I murmur, looking over at Neptune. He thumps his tail against the loveseat, agreeing with me.
I breathe out, heart pounding. Maybe this is the fresh start I’ve been waiting for.
I open the “Battlefield” chat, my hands trembling with excitement.
Me:
The house is perfect. I’m putting my application in. You both better plan your trip here asap.
I grin at Neptune, who wags his tail in approval. This might be the start of something incredible.
Chapter 4
Icall the office again and get Linda on the line.
“Linda, I’m definitely interested in applying.”
“Oh, wonderful!” Her voice brightens. “We don’t have a website for applications, so you’ll have to come in person. But I’m just in town, and I’ve got everything ready for you.”
“Perfect.”
I glance at Neptune, curled up on the loveseat with one eye half-open, supervising my entire life.
“I’ll be right back, Neps.” I give his head a gentle scratch. “Hold the fort.”
I make my way into town, following the address Linda gave me. The office is right by the Depoe Bay harbor, tucked between a saltwater taffy shop and a gallery selling ocean paintings. Linda waits for me with a bright smile and a stack of papers.
“May, hi!” She lifts the stack slightly. “Here’s the application.”
I fill it out, provide my work contract, and sign in all the right places. She thanks me and promises to call as soon as she hears anything.
I step outside and catch a whiff of salt air, the harbor stretching out before me. Fishing boats bob in the water, and a few tourists linger, their cameras aimed at the horizon.
I feel a pang of guilt that Neptune isn’t here to enjoy the sea breeze with me. “Next time, buddy,” I murmur, promising myself I will give him a proper tour.
As I walk back to Rusty, I hear children’s voices ahead.
“Look, she’s bleeding!” one of them cries.
