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“I guess I'm just going to have to learn to live with it.”

Leah laughs. “You’re enjoying it.”

“So much,” I say a little quieter.

They both laugh with me

Carter leans one hand against the edge of my desk. “So what happens now?”

“Now I contact Martin, tell him my client intends to proceed, and start getting everything together. Then I coordinate the inspection, get whatever building documents Conti’s office needs, find out how quickly Montes wants to move, and try very hard not to screw up the actual transaction after surviving the search.”

Leah gives me a look. “You’re not going to screw it up.”

“I appreciate the confidence.”

“You got this far.”

I look at the email again.

“Yeah. That is true.”

And for the first time since waking up this morning, the knot in my stomach loosens.

I click reply, acknowledge the instructions from his office, then start a new email to Martin. I keep it concise. My client intends to move forward. I request the complete property package, advise that we will need independent inspection access, and ask him to confirm the seller’s preferred timeline for preliminary terms.

I send it before I can overthink anything.

“Done,” I say.

Carter lifts his coffee in a tiny salute. “Look at you.”

“Please don’t make this weird.”

“I wasn’t going to.”

“You make most things weird.”

“That feels untrue.”

“It is extremely true,” Leah says.

My desk phone rings before Carter can defend himself.

This time, I recognize the internal extension.

Randall.

Of course.

I pick up. “Hi, Randall.”

“My office.”

His voice is clipped, then he hangs up.

I slowly lower the receiver.

Carter winces. “Well. He sounds thrilled.”