Mr. Thompson's office was everything you'd expect from a high-powered real estate executive: sleek, modern, and boasting a panoramic view of the city. As Yura and I entered, his assistant greeted us warmly and led us to a spacious conference room. We were offered coffee, which we accepted, and within minutes, Mr. Thompson himself walked in, his smile wide and welcoming.
"Good morning, ladies," he said, extending his hand first to Yura and then to me. "I hope you're as excited as I am about this new venture."
"We are," I replied, feeling a mix of nerves and exhilaration.
Yura gave a nod, her expression a blend of professional calm and underlying excitement. "Thank you for facilitating this, Mr. Thompson."
He motioned for us to sit at the large wooden desk where a folder awaited us. "Let's get down to business. Here are the final documents for the property transfer." He slid the folder toward me. "Once you sign these, the property is officially yours."
