<span style="font-family:Crimson Text"><span style="font-size: 15px">The sleek porsche gave her more than just an entrance. It showcased wealth she didn't have, giving her a boost in confidence and possibly, the leverage she needed to make Victor swing her way. She pulled into the roundabout driveway of the beach house behind a shiny red BMW. Victor stepped out of his car just as she smoothed her clothing and stepped out as well, a genuine smile on her face. Hatice was here to help him, but only if she could help herself. <br/>
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"Hello, Mr. Chambers," she began and stuck out her hand to shake his. Victor took it, his own hearty smile reaching the surface. "I'm Hatice Yildirim, but you can call me Hattie. I'm glad you could make it."<br/>
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"Thank you for coming, Ms. Yildirim."<br/>
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"My pleasure. Shall we?"<br/>
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The pair made their way up the orange brick pathway while Hatice noted the beautifully sculpted landscape. Pink hibiscus, palm trees, and a variety of plants was set up precariously throughout the front section of the house. Two large dark brown double doors and tall, narrow arches gave the home a gorgeous Tuscany feel. Why Victor would want to give up this place was beyond her, but that was far from her worries. Hatice unlocked the door and invited Victor to step inside first. <br/>
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"The foyer is grand. opening straight into the living room. Love the open concept," she commented. <br/>
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"I do too. And my wife, she's nuts about the upstairs balcony and backyard. There's a huge pool our kids love, but I just don't see myself maintaining a pool of that size, much less a pool at all."<br/>
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"That's understandable. I would've preferred to hire a pool cleaner, if I could afford one," Hatice exclaimed in a joking manner, hand briefly touching his shoulder.<br/>
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"Exactly," Victor laughed. Hatice moved a few throw pillows out of the way and sat down on the couch. She took out her pen and paper for notes and angled her body towards Victor. <br/>
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"Let's get down to business Mr. Chambers. What do you like best about this house?" <br/>
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Victor sat down and leaned forward on his knees, hands clasped together, and a huge smile on his face.<br/>
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"The open floor plan. It's great for when we have guests over and good for the kids and our dog. It feels friendly and inviting, but the price is too high. We wouldn't be able to settle with leftover money."<br/>
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Hatice nodded, a bit impatient, and subtly stretched her leg out towards him, the front end of her heel near his ankle, but not touching. His situation was understandable, but if she could get a good commission out of 850k, she wanted it and would stop at nothing to achieve it. <br/>
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"Consider this, Mr. Chambers. What does your wife think of this decision? I was under the impression she <i>loved</i> the house. Do you remember when she described how she'd be entetaining the guests? A theme for every party, with raspberry margaritas, classic dance music, and the kids laughing and splashing in the pool. Doesn't it make you feel guilty you're here, making this decision without her?"<br/>
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"Well, we already talked and we're going to back out. She said she was okay with it," Victor responded with a sigh. He reached up to rub the back of his neck and straightened his back. Hatice set her planner down on the coffee table and moved in closer, toes lightly brushing his ankle.</span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-family:Crimson Text"><span style="font-size: 15px">"You and I both know when a woman says it's okay, it really isn't. You know she's fallen in love with this house, she sees a life for you and your family in this beautiful house, Victor." <br/>
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"Well, yes but-"<br/>
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"She talked to me, you know," Hatice continued in an assertive, yet sympathetic tone. "She was crying and said she was frustrated because she didn't know how to tell you how she felt. You're being selfish, Victor. I know it's hard, making this kind of financial decision, but you have to put your family's needs before your own. This is a convenient location for you all. A man puts his family before himself. Please, let me help you figure it out, Victor. I understand what you're feeling, wondering if you'll regret closing the deal, wondering if it'll all be worth it in the end, if you're worth it to your wife. It's tough."<br/>
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Her hand rested on his arm and slowly slid up his shoulder. She could feel the hair on his arms begin to rise.<br/>
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"We'll get this house down to an affordable price so your family can be happy, okay? I've been doing this for ten years now and I know how a house owner's mind works. I'll be here for you, if they turn down any of your offers."<br/>
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Hatice reached out for his hand and threaded her fingers through it. <br/>
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"- and, if you can be patient with me, Victor, we'll make this work," she whispered, giving his hand a squeeze.  <br/>
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"Are you sure they'd take you up on that? Lord, I- I can't even begin to express my thanks. My wife will be so happy." He turned to meet her gaze, but was caught speechless by the way she looked at him, seductive and in power. Her eyes moved down to where her hand ran over his knee and lingered on his thigh. She bit her bottom lip. <br/>
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"It doesn't take long for them to swing the right way, I promise."</span></span>