#605
Gary was almost speechless, almost. "Really, what is it you need me to do?" he finally questioned.
"I need you to oversee the construction of the underground shooting range. I'm sending the specs down by courier, they should be there this afternoon or tomorrow morning. I need you to work with Milo as to the best design, and adapt it to the ground. I want the range to be entirely on the property we are buying from Mark. I have a team of surveyors that will be there tomorrow morning. The situation has changed here, I can no longer guarantee a like for like value exchange, I need to talk to your Dad right away, but I can't get ahold of him, he's not answering." Woody sounded very frustrated; but for once Gary decided to keep his mouth shut and let Mark explain as he would.
"I'm not home ,"Gary explained to Woody, "I don't know what's happening."
"Are you still acting as security for the lawyer?"
"Yes, how did you know?" Gary had a puzzled frown on his face and in his voice.
Woody choose to ignore the complaint, instead saying in a low voice, almost as to himself; "that's probably the best thing you could do at the moment."
"I don't do cryptic," Gary snapped back, "just as I'm no mind reader either."
"I'm sending work orders and vouchers, please work on the range as soon as possible, it looks like we need it yesterday."
Gary could hear several phones starting to ring and Woody said a dark word, and barked "later" into his call with Gary.
Gary sat on the bench in front of the library, pondering the mysteries of life. Such as, why in the world would Tess want to get interested in a guy that was so busy. Gary was thinking Woody probably didn't have ten hours a week to himself. The amount of stress was astronomical, and the pay was most likely not commiserate to the job. How would such a guy have time for a wife and family, he concluded it was a bigger mystery than he could solve.
Inside the library, Breezy and Catherine dove into piles of cases pertaining to the defense of the crazy lady Breezy was representing,. It didn't look good for the woman. It seemed it was either jail or a mental hospital for the same length of the sentence.
Breezy was having a major moral complication. Personally, she thought the woman did belong in jail, but she needed to make sure her defense was fair and legal.
Breezy was interrupted bt the discreet buzzing of her phone. It was her uncle of sorts, asking for a meeting, he needed legal advise. Breezy let it go to voice mail, phones were all but prohibited in the library, and she didn't want to risk being banned. The librarians were strict.
Mark and Clora conferred with the agent and her broker, making sure they were legally correct in the pursuit of the house and acreage. Mark wrote a check for the asking price; the first time in their married life they didn't haggle to lower a price.
Both Clora and Tess seemed happy with the choice, if their smiling faces were any indication. "Can we force a fifteen day vacate the premises clause?"Mark wanted to know. "I want to get the house painted before we move in."
"We can make that a condition of the accepting the full asking amount," the broker was looking toward the front of the office where the receptionist was waving her hands and hurrying toward the agents cubicle with a paper in her hand.
The broker briskly grabbed the papers from the agent and started dialing. "Stall her, don't let her speak until I'm done with my call." he ordered.
The broker called the owner at his new job and gave him the details of the Linderman offer. "It has to be done now. If you accept, I will forward an agreement for an electronic signature." He also stressed a 15 day property vacate.
The owner was pleased beyond words. He agreed, verbally committed as the agent was busy typing in the numbers. He was also very much aware that his wife would never make the deadline, and that was fine with him. They had way too many bunches of pure 'stuff'. The new house he had selected was not going to be cluttered by 'decorations' as the old one was. It was a disgusting waste of money to change decor with every season. His dear wife was in for a shock.
The broker checked over the offer, signed and sent the agent to the computer to email the offer. They waited less than ten minutes, and the offer came back, signed, sealed and delivered. Everyone in the cubicle gave a big sigh of relief.
The broker opened the door to the now somewhat huffy receptionist. "Sorry Anita, we were concluding a sale that needed to be done right away."
"That's what I tried to tell you," the woman huffed, but not too hard. He was her boss, afterall. "There was an offer for more money on the same property."
"Ok, we'll hold it as a second offer until the check clears," and he took the paper with the message and looked at it. He acted. surprised. "She's offering thirty thousand more than the full price; it's a good thing we got your offer in when we did." The broker offered to shake hands with them all, a slight smile on his lips when he looked at Mark.
The Linderman's left the office in a happy mood.