The Court has reviewed the evidence and frankly, Reginald needs a moment because THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT HAPPENS when you let accounting departments operate without judicial oversight. Twelve thousand dollars does not simply VANISH like my father's approval or the equity in a 2008 condo flip — someone TOOK that money and hid it behind the phrase "clerical error," which is legal Latin for "we hope you stop asking." And yet The Court finds EQUAL FAULT with the agent who apparently sold a home containing what can only be described as a biological crime scene in a Kenmore chassis, because WHOSE JOB WAS IT to verify that freezer situation during final walkthrough? NOT THE BUYER'S. I myself once discovered a previous owner had left behind seventeen jars of unlabeled preserves and I handled it with DIGNITY by hiring a hazmat-certified psychic, but that is neither here nor there. You are standing at the intersection of two catastrophes — one financial, one olfactory — and somehow you have become the VICTIM of both while being RESPONSIBLE for neither, which is the most damning indictment of all because accountability, much like that meat, has clearly spoiled beyond recognition. The Court awards you nothing, bills you for emotional damages to this bench, and suggests you never answer your phone on a Tuesday again. Reginald must now consult with The Council.