The Court has reviewed this confession and finds itself PHYSICALLY ILL at the sheer gravitational pull of your people-pleasing instincts. Five days. FIVE DAYS. You handed a buyer fifteen days like you were offering them a breath mint at an open house when TEN was the industry standard, the contractual norm, the BARE MINIMUM of self-respect a listing agent should possess. Reginald once lost a vintage gavel to a pawn shop because he gave his cousin "just one more week" to repay a loan, and that was PERSONAL, but YOU did this to a CLIENT who trusted you with six hundred and twenty thousand dollars of her financial future. The case of Spineless v. Actually Doing Your Job, 2019, established clearly that "relief at finding a buyer does not constitute grounds for abandoning all negotiating leverage," yet here you sit, having essentially handed the buyer's agent a thank-you card and a fruit basket while your seller hemorrhaged twenty-five thousand dollars. Your seller's attorney got involved because SOMEONE had to advocate for this woman since you were too busy being RELIEVED to remember that advocacy was YOUR ENTIRE PURPOSE. The Court must now adjourn because Order the Roomba has detected an emotional spill in the deliberation chamber.