Page 20 of Safer Alone
Once I have ended the phone call, I send Elliot a quick email to inform him of the good news, deciding against playing a tit for tat with the emotionless email that he had sent earlier, I choose to be both professional and friendly:
Dear Elliot,
I email you this evening to with good news and to congratulate you.
The owners of the Belle Meade Homestead have accepted your offer to purchase the property.
If you could please confirm the date you wish to close on the property, all being well, it is no longer than six weeks from today.
Feel free to call me if it is easier.
Congratulations again!
Warm Regards,
Angela White
Licensed Real Estate Agent Nashville Realty
After I have sent the email I proceed to tidy up for the day, packing away the many documents I have laying across my desk. As I pass Jenny’s desk on the way out, I pass on the good news, “The owners accepted the offer on Belle Meade. Just awaiting the closing date from the purchaser. Fingers crossed we hear back tomorrow.”
“That is great news, Ange” holding her hand out towards me in a clenched fist. I looked at it a moment before comprehending she was offering a fist pump. Once we connect I laugh.
“A fist pump, really? Good night Jenny.”
“We have to have some kind of celebration when you sell a property. A fist pump is as good as anything else. Have a good night, Ange.” I shake my head while walking away.
I arrive home, hungry and tired. I rifle through the freezer and find a serving of spaghetti bolognese. I place it in the microwave and set it to defrost. While my dinner is warming, I change out of my work outfit into my comfortable home clothes, which consist of faded sweatpants and an old, loose, black t-shirt. Then back to to the kitchen to pour myself a glass of lemonade.
Once my dinner is sufficiently hot for eating, I remove it from the microwave, sprinkling the top with shredded parmesan. I mix it through and take my first bite, burning the roof of my mouth. I quickly swallow some lemonade, put the fork back down, and give my dinner a little longer to cool off.
I check my phone while I am waiting, opening my emails. I see there is an unopened email received from Elliot. The time stamp shows it only came in a few minutes ago. I open it up:
Angela,
That is good news indeed.
I would prefer a closing of less than two weeks if they are agreeable. Please let me know as soon as possible.
I’ll transfer funds once all is confirmed.
Regards,
Elliot Sands
CEO Sands PTY Limited
A two-week closing is very short indeed. Fantastic for me: the quicker the closing, the quicker I get paid. It would also allow Elliot to come back to Nashville sooner, his email didn’t require a reply until I had confirmed the closing, however I already knew they would accept that. And more than that, I wanted to reply and have the last say, give him something to read next time he opened his email account:
Hi Elliot,
I’ll get everything underway for you tomorrow.
I believe the owners will agree to your request.
See you in a couple of weeks.
Warm Regards,
