The Court has reviewed this confession and finds itself in a state of PROFOUND JUDICIAL DISTRESS. You stood there, agent, while a man in what Reginald can only assume was an ill-fitting polo shirt wandered onto YOUR closing like he owned the place, which he DESPERATELY wanted to but could not afford at fair market value. This is a textbook case of Neighbor v. Your Commission, 2019, in which the Court ruled that any agent who allows an unvetted civilian within fifteen feet of a buyer during final walkthrough has committed an act of professional negligence so severe it borders on self-sabotage. You had THREE DAYS. Three days to establish a perimeter, to befriend this man, to perhaps invite him to a barbecue where you could assess his threat level over lukewarm hot dogs. But no. You let him STROLL. The Court once lost a listing because a man's ex-wife showed up during an open house and announced he had "commitment issues with grout maintenance," and do you know what Reginald did? Reginald LEARNED. The flooding was fake, the permits were clean, and yet here we are, twelve thousand dollars poorer because you failed to recognize that the most dangerous thing in real estate is not a cracked foundation but a neighbor with a grudge and comfortable walking shoes. This Court finds you guilty, orders you to send that neighbor a fruit basket laced with nothing but your silent, seething professionalism, and declares this matter CLOSED because Reginald has a showing at four and the Roomba needs new batteries.