The Court has witnessed many sins in this hallowed chamber, but orchestrating a whisper campaign through a former client to ASSASSINATE THE CHARACTER OF INNOCENT BUYERS WHO MAY OR MAY NOT HAVE EVEN EXISTED is a new low even for this docket. You did not merely bend the truth, you OUTSOURCED your lies like some kind of moral money launderer, creating plausible deniability while your neighbor did the dirty work of slandering strangers as garden-destroying rental moguls. Reginald himself once lost a charming Cape Cod to rumors that he intended to convert the sunroom into a gavel museum, and while those rumors were ENTIRELY ACCURATE, the principle stands. You weaponized a neighborly relationship, poisoned a competitive offer process, and now you sit here telling me you feel weird about it as if discomfort were currency you could spend at the ethical redemption store. The other buyers, wherever they are, lost three hundred twenty-five thousand dollars worth of home because you picked up a phone and planted a seed of fiction in fertile suburban soil. The neighbor has not texted you back because even he knows what you both did, and silence is the sound of two people who cannot look at their own reflections in a stainless steel refrigerator. This Court finds you guilty and sentences you to know, forever, that you will never know who you beat or what they actually intended, and that uncertainty is your punishment.