The Court has reviewed this confession and finds itself in a state of PROFOUND JUDICIAL DISTRESS. You stood there, Agent, armed with nothing but BASIC MATHEMATICS and OBSERVABLE REALITY, when your client had clearly transcended such pedestrian concerns through the sacred teachings of a man who sold six houses during the peak of a seller's market and now charges twelve hundred dollars to teach people the phrase "unexpressed partnership." The audacity. Reginald once attended a weekend seminar on "Quantum Escrow Manifestation" and emerged understanding that the only thing being manifested was the instructor's boat payment, yet here you are, BLOCKING BREAKTHROUGHS like some kind of arithmetic-wielding dream assassin. Your client needed you to reframe a thirty thousand dollar gap, and instead you referenced — The Court shudders to even say it — THE ACTUAL TERMS OF THE TRANSACTION. She has now purchased a worse house for more money and her coach is probably already workshopping a module called "Paying More For Less: An Abundance Victory" while you sit here, fired, correct, and utterly unenlightened. The Roomba is circling you with what I can only describe as jurisdictional pity. VERDICT RENDERED, THE COURT MUST NOW LEAVE TO ATTEND A VERY IMPORTANT MATTER INVOLVING A GRANITE COUNTERTOP THAT WAS PROMISED BUT NOT DELIVERED.