~~~~~Continued from Ch. 07~~~~~
I woke up to my phone going off at around 7:45 AM. I rolled over and spread my arm out reaching for Trish, just to be disappointed.
I didn't expect her to be there, but it would have been a lot more satisfying if she was.
Kicking the sheets off, I went into my bathroom, turned on the shower, and used the restroom. While waiting for the shower to warm up, I headed into my kitchen and made a quick macchiato with my Keurig.
I turned and faced the front door and was happy to see that Trish left her duffle bag. I could care less what was in it, but how it meant she'd be back after work today. The smile that has refused to leave my face since Friday night, shows its pearly white self as I grabbed my fresh cup of coffee and headed back into my room.
I took a long and relaxing shower. I needed to look my best today when I met with Missy before our meeting. We were going to catch up at a cafe not far from the home, to go over what she would be signing, what they'd be signing, and what the next steps would be. Though we already did most of the hard part and made our impressions on the seller, a lot of buyers have, and could, back out if you don't take the finalization process seriously.
This process is officially agreeing to us putting money in their hands, then having inspectors, appraisers, and in some cases, loan officers, come out and check to validate the actual value versus the posted value of the home.
I decided that today I'd wear something a bit more practical and modest. I was going to wear my black business suit with my cream-colored blouse that could button up to the neck, but I'd normally have 2 buttons undone so I could breathe. I usually would compliment this outfit with some black flats, but decided to throw in some black cone heels that had a cute strap that went around my ankle.
I spent the rest of my morning straightening up my room, making my bed, eating breakfast, oatmeal with a fruit salad, and getting my suitcase set up with my laptop and the necessary paperwork that we would need today in case Peter, the seller's realtor, forgets it.
I was on my way to Coyote Cafe to meet Missy. I texted her to inform her I was on my way.
"Good afternoon Missy! I am on my way to Coyote Cafe, and should be there at 10:45. Did you want me to order you anything when I get there?"
"Hi, Lucy! Sounds good, I should be there around the same time. I think I'm good for now, but maybe water for the road just in case?" She replied.
"Will do! Don't forget the important documents in case the seller requests them. Driver's License, Social, and banking information." I detailed.
"Perfect! I won't forget, see you soon!" She ended the conversation.
I pulled up to the cafe 5 minutes earlier than anticipated as I managed to hit nothing but green lights the whole way. I ordered a Chai Latte and water for Missy.
Sitting at a table near the window, I watched as Missy's Audi pulled in as she arrived at exactly 10:45.
Stepping out of her car, she, per usual, was dressed to not only impress but to stand out. Wearing a tight black business skirt and white pullover blouse that exposed her chest and had fluffed shoulders, she looked amazing.
Her hair was pulled back casually yet still looked professional.
She walked into the cafe and I waved her down. Heading to our table, she sat down with her purse and took her seat.
"Ooo I'm so excited," she said with the cheesiest smile.
"Me too! I'm so excited for you and your husband. I know this has been quite the journey for you both." I replied, taking a sip of my latte.
"So, when we get there, they will walk us around the house and point out things that the inspectors found yesterday. I wasn't expecting that to be done yet, however, it's not the worst thing. Once that's completed, we may go for additional negotiations if necessary but after that, it's signing paperwork, getting an appraisal, and loan approval." I explained.
"How long before we can move in?" She asked, pulling her phone out of her purse.
"Typical time frame is a month. But seeing how they are not living in the house, it'll probably be a week or two, as the funds' transfer. Once those have been cleared and paperwork filed, you'll be good to go!" I answered.
Missy has her phone on the table, mostly liking taking notes, but the way she was doing it gave me a clear shot down her shirt. She normally wore a bra with her outfits, at least from what I could tell, but today she was clearly not wearing one. Though I couldn't see her nipples, I got a great view of her tanned breasts.
"I wonder if she's had work done," I thought to myself as I stared away at her chest. They were so perky and sagged so little for a woman with multiple children.
Missy cleared her throat, as my attention moved from her chest to her eyes which were now staring at me accompanied by a sly smile.
"Will we be able to stay after and take photos of the home for Paul?" She asked.
My face bright red, I replied, " I mean I don't see a problem with it, and I doubt they would either, but it's ultimately up to them."
"I am about to give them almost a million dollars for this home, they better give me some damn time with the house," she joked, taking her first sip of water.
"Hey, I'm sorry for staring at your breasts just now. They are just incredibly perky for a woman who has kids." I complimented trying to save face from my embarrassment.
"Oh, thanks! And don't worry about it!" She laughed, putting down her glass. "My trick is I refused to breastfeed, so those little assholes didn't fuck them up. They are my husband's favorite features on me, and I hate plastic tits. So I did, and do, what I can to keep them up and tight." She said, grabbing them and slightly bouncing them playfully.
"I try to work out often," I replied, drinking my latte. "Do you do chest workouts or what's your secret?"
"Yes, but I'm not like routine about it. I honestly try to wear a bra as much as I can. As you can tell, not today, but some outfits just look tacky with one. But keeping them secure prevents gravity from doing what it does best." She explained.
"That makes so much sense, I just hate the bastards," I laughed
"Who doesn't!" She laughed back.
"Well the house isn't far away but shall we get going, assuming you have all the paperwork we talked about earlier?" I suggested.
"I do! Let's go, I'll follow you there." She answered, taking one more big gulp of her water leaving some lipstick on the glass.
"Sounds good," I said, grabbing my cup and heading for the door, purse in hand.
Missy followed close behind and we were soon on our way.
We arrived at the house maybe 15 minutes or so later. We were there a little early, 11:45, but I'd expect the seller if not the realtor to be here already. But they weren't, which was odd.
I emailed the realtor since I didn't have his number, to confirm that they were still coming and he instantly replied that he had forgotten the paperwork needed at his office and that he was running 15 minutes behind. He said the seller would be there around 12:15 and that if we wanted we could use the code *4889# to get into the house.
