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October 4th 2024,
In New York City, the every day hustle and bustle of daily life chugged along like a never ending freight train, hardly giving its passengers a moment of solace to notice the month had brought with it a chill in the air and crunch of dried leaves under their hurried feet.
Though October is her second favourite month, even Annabelle had hardly any time to take in the sights she so adores. The twenty five year old is busy closing out her first year as a real estate broker for the famous Sotheby's International which left her busier than a bee, and hardly any time to see her friends. However, she made reservations at their favourite restaurant, table 53 for seven thirty.
Annabelle looks down at the dainty, white gold tiffany watch on her wrist, it's already almost six thirty pm and her clients are not in any hurry to finish the tour.
She joins them in the kitchen of the multi million dollar penthouse suite, her black jimmy choo's clicking along the herringbone flooring.
"So, what do we think?" Annabelle asks, putting on her charming smile.
"Well, we do love the location, and the views are absolutely stunning. I'll admit though that we didn't have much time to research the area. Once we saw the listing we thought it would go fast." a cheerful man in his mid forties says, his dark rimmed glasses and well defined shoulders making him look like clark kent.
"I'm a step ahead of you then" Annabelle says, pulling out the file she prepared on the penthouse, including a dossier of the neighbourhood.
"As you can see the neighborhood has great schools, both primary and high schools within a short distance, parks, a recreation centre, markets, restaurants, and more. We are located about fifteen minutes east of broadway, and close to central park as well." Annabelle explains, her obvious knowledge and sellers attitude on full display.
"This is amazing, it's something we'll have to talk about but I assume there are more buyers looking?" the other man, clearly a few years younger asks, looking from Annabelle to his husband.
"Yes, so you will have to think quickly but I'll be available at any time. I do have another appointment to get to though." she says, looking at her watch again, it's fifteen minutes until 7 oClock, her friends are going to kill her.
"Perfect, We'll be in touch then" The man with the glasses says, the three shake hands and Annabelle ushers them all out, click the apartment door closed on the way out.
Once the clients have waved goodbye, and set off in their Bentley, Annabelle hurries to the street to wave down the first taxi she sees.
"Table 53, midtown please" she says as she closes the door, the yellow car takes off into the busy streets of New York while Annabelle sends a quick text to her boss about the showing, then reapplies her signature red lip.
