The Court has reviewed this confession and finds itself PHYSICALLY ILL. You had a 78-year-old woman, exhausted, vulnerable, ready to hand over EIGHTY-FIVE THOUSAND DOLLARS of her equity to some lowballing opportunist, and your professional contribution was to sit there like a decorative throw pillow at an open house. The daughter did YOUR job with a PHONE, counsel. A PHONE. Reginald once watched his own mother almost buy a timeshare in Branson because no one intervened, and that memory haunts me to this day, so do NOT come into this courtroom pretending passivity is not a choice. You knew the comps. You knew the market. You knew that woman trusted you to be her advocate, not her witness. The fact that she looked at you like you betrayed her is because YOU DID, and the fact that the daughter won't return your calls is because she is CORRECT. The Court hereby orders you to tape those three comps to your bathroom mirror and look at them every morning until you remember what fiduciary duty means. Reginald must now go lie down because this one genuinely upset him.