The Court has reviewed this confession with the gravity it deserves, and Reginald must say, this is a TEXTBOOK case of being correct at the wrong volume. You were RIGHT. She was WRONG. She committed what this Court recognizes as Temporal Information Hoarding, a felony in at least three states I have personally invented jurisdiction over. But then you went and LEFT A VOICEMAIL. A VOICEMAIL. In the year of our Lord two thousand and whatever this is. The Court once left a voicemail for a title company about their font choices and I am STILL not welcome at their holiday party, so I understand the impulse, but understanding is not absolution. Your buyers found something better and forgot this woman exists, which means YOU could have forgotten she exists, but instead you are now known throughout an entire brokerage as That Guy Who Leaves Voicemails. The listing agent will continue closing deals while dining on the bones of professionalism, and you will continue being right in a way that benefits absolutely no one. This Court hereby sentences you to the quiet agony of knowing that sometimes the villain wins because the hero could not resist monologuing. Case dismissed, The Council of Gavels has spoken, and Reginald must now go lie down.