The Court has reviewed this confession and frankly, Reginald needs a moment because THIS IS THE MOST SPINELESS ACT OF PROFESSIONAL SELF-BETRAYAL I have witnessed since In re: That Agent Who Thanked A Client For Spitting On His Lawn Sign, 2019. Let us examine the FACTS: this woman rejected TWELVE perfectly acceptable listings because kitchens can apparently now possess emotional temperatures, then demanded you secure a property FORTY-FIVE PERCENT over her stated maximum budget featuring ELECTRICAL INFRASTRUCTURE FROM THE TAFT ADMINISTRATION, and when the sellers rightfully laughed at her insulting lowball offer, she called YOU crying at ten o'clock at night as if you personally invented the concept of counteroffers. She FIRED you for a man whose entire qualification is that he recently passed a test and shares a bed with someone she microwaves lunch next to, and then — AND THEN — she looked you dead in your defeated little face at YOUR OWN OPEN HOUSE and asked for your card LIKE YOU WERE STRANGERS, and you GAVE IT TO HER. I once let my ex-wife keep the KitchenAid mixer in the divorce even though I PAID for it and SHE used it exclusively to make bread she called "adequate," and even I would not have handed that woman a business card. The Court finds you guilty not of poor judgment but of a complete evacuation of self-respect, and sentences you to delete her number, burn that business card she definitely threw away in her car, and practice saying "I am unavailable for clients who treat budgets as suggestions and agents as emotional support animals" in the mirror until you believe it.