The Court has reviewed this confession and finds itself DEEPLY DISTURBED, not by any wrongdoing, but by the defendant's apparent belief that caring about clients constitutes some kind of sin requiring absolution. Let Reginald be clear: you did everything right, which in this industry is practically a FELONY. The appraiser pulled comps from across the highway, across the HIGHWAY, as if school districts are just suggestions and highways are merely decorative ribbons the city puts down for aesthetics. I once had a Zillow Zestimate try to compare my Tudor revival to a converted barn six miles away and I am STILL pursuing legal remedies through The Council. The listing agent's response was colder than the granite countertops I have repeatedly ruled are superior to quartz, and your broker's "explored all options" routine is the verbal equivalent of asking someone drowning if they've considered breathing water more efficiently. You absorbed a crying wife's apologies, a husband's quiet panic, and three days of everyone else's refusal to be human, and your confession is that you FELT THINGS? The Court finds this profession has so thoroughly broken the defendant that basic empathy now feels like misconduct. Case dismissed. Reginald must now go sit in his car for twenty minutes.