Chapter 15: Caged

"Sasha! Wait. You have a showing of the mill at four," my admin Tonya calls out to me as I'm about to leave for the day.

I stop with my hand on the door. "It's a quarter till. When were you going to tell me?" I'm sure she can hear the irritation in my voice. That property has been the bane of my existence. Every time I show it, something happens. It's as if the place is cursed. I've tried repeatedly to get the owner to list it with another agent, but she refuses. The last time I tried, she told me it was a very special place and the right buyer would come along. Then she winked at me. Crazy old bat.

"I just hung up the phone. I didn't know you were leaving early or I would have scheduled it for tomorrow." She races up to me with the address written down, as if I don't know where the place is, and a woman's name and phone number: Claire Weston. "She was adamant about seeing the place today."