Melissa Calls For a Real Estate Agent

Julia could have never imagined her work day going this way.

She worked for one of the most successful Realtors in this city. In fact, it was her boss they had called to come here. But Arta Dawson was too big, too successful, too busy for some deal where several neighbours were looking to share a realtor for the sale if their home.

Julia had told her the neighbours insisted on her boss, but the bleach blonde polish woman cussed Julia out for not just wrangling all the details and then, if it was worthwhile Arta would meet them.

So Julia gathered info on recent local home sales, some standard contracts, and got ready to do her best to land these clients.

Upon arriving for the meeting she paused to gaze around. Good neighbourhood, great looking houses, ends in a cul de sac, some houses backed onto ravine. But something was creeping her out, it felt like everything was holding its breath, waiting for something to transpire.

Taking a deep breath Julia focused and began to pull herself together.

“Okay… I have this. Road, mailbox, car, driveway, pool cleaner. Hair.” Julia pulled her brown ponytail over her shoulder stroking it, “Jacket.” Julia continued feeling down her collar, “Watch and hands.” She then ended, adjusting her watch on her wrist before rubbing her hands.

She struggled to hear things, ‘Come on… Three things.’ Julia thought anxiously. “ Wind,” she mumbled smiling as she heard a motorcycle zip by somewhere, “And…. My voice.. Sure… That works.”

Stiffening up try to shake her anxious jitters she breathed deep and calmly. Passing a wrist under her nose she breathed deep of her passive perfume, relishing the scent. As the wind brushed by it was forgotten, her shoulders slumping at the fragrant flowers someone must be growing nearby. Julia shook the temptation to try and find it from her mind.

Running her tongue along her teeth she could still taste the mint she had sucked on during the drive.

With her anxiety temporarily vanquished she grabbed her briefcase and marched up the front walk, reassuring herself she had this.

The dread seemed to claw its way back as she neared the door, she trembled with her hand over the doorbell. Why was she feeling so dreadful? What was wrong with her? She had done this before.

She contemplated ringing the doorbell…