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By midafternoon Terry's headache had blessedly faded. So had some of the sting from Matty's words. (She would speak to him tonight, calmly but firmly, making it clear that such behavior was totally unacceptable.) The two-hour nap had helped. So did the $300,000 check. Every so often she'd hold it under the light to check the decimal point. It just seemed too good to be true. |
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She still had not been able to reach Calvin with the news, but she contacted Beverly Otis, who could barely contain herself. |
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"What did I tell you, money was no object," she screamed into the phone. The six-percent commission was directly proportional to her decibel level. |
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"What did you say the asking price was?" Terry asked. |
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"The truth," Beverly said. "Three hundred and eighty. It's unheard of, you got almost twice. I mean, what can I say? She knew what she wanted." |
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It still didn't make sense. "Did you know?" |
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"I knew she wanted it. I just didn't know how much." Then she asked, "So when do you want to close? She's out of town today but she'll be back tomorrow after." |
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"I haven't even reached Calvin yet." |
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"Of course. My God, is he gonna flip out. But, you know, hon, I don't have to tell you this is nothing you want to let hang too long. I mean, well, it's unheard of, twice the market and all." |
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"I understand." It was the three-week deadline that they had to work out. |
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"Look, I'll find you something for a few weeks. If worse comes to worse, you can have my place and I'll take a hotel." |
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