Dassi wasn’t answering. Not her texts, WhatsApps, emails, or even— gasp— regular phone calls
IT boiled down to this. This moment, right here.
Akiva rolled his sleeves up, then pulled them down, and tried not to look too dramatic. Or nervous. Or really anything except cool, calm, and experienced.
“You need to move in soon?”
Akiva looked at Home Inspector Bob through hooded eyes.
“Nah, it’s not for me, gotta flip it.”
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