The Court has reviewed this confession with the same intensity Reginald once applied to a property disclosure that failed to mention a haunted attic, and frankly, this is WORSE. You spent a week — A WEEK — consulting on brushed nickel versus oil-rubbed bronze while an $80,000 crater opened beneath your clients' financial future, and your defense is "maybe she called the wrong number"? THE COURT DOES NOT ACCEPT TELECOMMUNICATION AMBIGUITY AS EXCULPATORY EVIDENCE. In the landmark case of Missed Calls v. Professional Responsibility (2019), this very bench established that "I didn't get the voicemail" is the real estate equivalent of "the dog ate my CMA." You know what Reginald does when he suspects a voicemail didn't come through? He CALLS BACK. He TEXTS. He sends a CARRIER PIGEON if necessary, because The Court once lost a bid on a charming Tudor because of a similar "communication breakdown" and spent four months in what my therapist calls "a spiral." Your clients lost eighty thousand dollars while you were functionally debating DRAWER PULLS, and somewhere in a parallel universe there's a version of you who picked up the phone on day two and asked "hey, any updates?" but that version doesn't exist in THIS courtroom. The Roomba has entered a verdict of GUILTY and The Court must now go lie down.