It Started with a Crack by Piper James

Geraldine: Hey, Dakota. I hate to do this to you on a Sunday, but can you please come into the office in an hour or so?

Me: Of course. Is something wrong?

Geraldine: No, nothing like that. I had a potential client call me this morning. An investor who’d like a list of every property available in a two hundred-mile radius. But he needs the info ASAP, and I need help getting everything organized. And if he ends up using us to buy any properties, we’ll split the commission, of course.

Me: Thank you, Geraldine. This means a lot to me. I’ll see you in an hour.