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“I say, it sounds like a good idea. I’ve got to take care of my man. My hero.”
39
MAKE HER BELIEVE
“You and your big attorney,” Calvin said to her ten days later when they met in the parking lot of Kelly Law. “Not sure how your parents can afford this firm, but I guess with the sale of the building it’s all good.”
Anya clenched her jaw and told herself not to engage with the prick that had been riding her ass about this closing for a month.
Her mother hadn’t been the one to hold it up. Neither had Sally and Paula. They had issues with the inspection and then the bank, and lastly Sally’s attorney.
Matt had been more than accommodating squeezing this in the last minute this morning for the buyer’s attorney and realtor while it was taken care of before he had to go to court.
Kelly Law was on the women’s way, and they were having it here.
“Does it matter to you why my mother has Matt as her attorney?”
Her father was still in rehab. Not happy about it, but it’d be another week if not more.
His ribs were in a good spot. At least enough that his strength was improving. He could shift himself from the wheelchair to the toilet and gained some of his dignity back.
“I guess not,” Calvin said. “Just find it odd. I’ve been telling you for months that you have to up your game to get the buyers. You need to look successful to be that way.” Calvin’s eyes dropped to her outfit.
She never looked disheveled or cheap in her eyes.
Just because she refused to lease an expensive luxury car for show over the payment of a modest sedan shouldn’t determine her success.
Her clothing was simple but classic. They weren’t high-end pieces, but middle of the line and bought on sale or the clearance rack. No one needed to know that.
She multi-purposed everything she had to make it stretch.
There wasn’t anything wrong with that in her eyes.
“I’m doing just fine my way,” she said, opening the door to go in. She would not stand out here like an idiot waiting for her mother or anyone else.
She had two more houses under contract. She never expected to have one transaction a week. That was crazy. Her first year, she’d only had five. Last year was eight. This year she had nine already, counting her parents. It was a slow start to the year, but it was booming now.
In her mind she would not count her parents’ building. She didn’t have to work for it. It was handed to her.
Looking at industry averages and the tight market, she was doing damn well. She hadn’t realized how hard she could be on herself when it came to her self-worth.
Matt made her believe in herself and that confidence helped more than whether she wore two-hundred-dollar pants.
Her ninety dollar ones that were seventy percent off on clearance were doing the job just fine!
A hundred dollars for pants was cheap in Calvin’s eyes, but she didn’t care what his opinion was.
“Anya,” Maxine said. “So good to see you again. Matt is getting picked on in the office about what happened.”
She rolled her eyes. “It was sweet. You know him. He’s the hero now.”
“He’s walking around with his chest puffed out,” Maxine said. “In a playful way. Thankfully his eye looks much better.”
“Only a tint of yellow remains,” she said. “I offered to give him some foundation.”
The appalled look was so worth the suggestion. She rode him hard about covering it up to get him to laugh about it.
“We heard about that too. Eileen will be up in a minute to bring you to the conference room, unless you want to go back on your own? You know where everything is.”
