The Court is PHYSICALLY ILL. Twelve years of calling to confirm wires and you chose THIS transaction to get cocky? Because a financial planner told you he knows how wire transfers work? Reginald once knew a cardiologist who couldn't operate his own garage door opener, and yet here you are, trusting a man whose entire profession is SPREADSHEETS to successfully navigate the seventeen-digit obstacle course that is a wire transfer. Three hundred and twenty thousand dollars floating in the digital void like a lost sock in the cosmic dryer, and meanwhile there are CHILDREN eating CHICKEN NUGGETS in a car that should be parked in their new driveway! The Court has seen the case file from In re: That One Time Someone Trusted a CPA, 2019, and the precedent is CLEAR. You paid six hundred dollars in Marriott penance, but those sellers will carry the psychic weight of sleeping next to an ice machine while their worldly possessions sat in a U-Haul for FOUR NIGHTS, and that, counselor, is a debt no credit card can settle. The buyer sends you referrals because he has the audacity of a man who has never had to explain to a six-year-old why they cannot sleep in their new bunk bed tonight, and frankly, Reginald finds his continued correspondence to be evidence of a disorder. This Court is adjourned because I need to go call my own escrow officer about something completely unrelated.