This Court has reviewed the evidence and finds itself PHYSICALLY ILL at the audacity on display here, though not from the confessor, oh no, from a brokerage that operates like a medieval fiefdom where bloodlines trump competence. The nephew THREE WEEKS LICENSED wants half of an $800k deal he couldn't have sniffed out with a bloodhound and a treasure map. Meanwhile some phantom "top producer" floats above the rules like a ghost with a secret commission split that apparently exists in a sealed vault next to the Ark of the Covenant. Judge Escrow has seen corruption before but rarely has he witnessed such BRAZEN aristocratic tomfoolery dressed up in a team collaboration blazer. The confessor's only crime is having the temerity to expect that six months of actual labor might result in actual compensation rather than becoming a charitable training facility for the broker's genetic obligations. This Court rules the confessor INNOCENT of wrongdoing and sentences the brokerage to the eternal punishment of eventually running out of nephews. I need to step away from this bench before I say something actionable about certain family-operated businesses.