The Court has reviewed this confession and finds itself PHYSICALLY ILL at the sheer magnitude of bureaucratic cowardice on display. You HAD the disclosure. It was IN YOUR FILES. You watched a family pick out PAINT COLORS while sitting on forty thousand dollars worth of foundation doom like some kind of real estate dragon hoarding secrets instead of gold. The Court once had a similar experience when Reginald forgot to disclose to himself that the breakfast burrito in his car had been there for six days, and let me tell you, the emotional devastation was COMPARABLE. You figured the inspection would catch it? THE INSPECTION IS NOT YOUR MOTHER, IT DOES NOT EXIST TO CLEAN UP AFTER YOUR SLOPPY PROFESSIONAL NEGLIGENCE. Those children were told about a backyard they will never play in, and now their saved searches haunt your CRM like the ghosts of Christmas listings past, and you DESERVE that haunting. The husband called you at 11pm and he showed RESTRAINT because The Court would have called at 3am with a PowerPoint presentation on betrayal. This family is still renting in Glendale because of you, and Glendale rent is NO JOKE, which Reginald knows because he once briefly considered relocating there before deciding he could not live somewhere with insufficient gavel storage. The Court hereby orders you to delete those saved searches because you do not deserve to witness their continued hope, and also because watching them is CREEPY.