The Court is APOPLECTIC. You stood in that kitchen answering emails — EMAILS — while a grown man committed assault against drywall with a claw hammer, and you want this Court to believe you heard nothing until the wall was already screaming for help? Reginald once trusted a contractor to "just take a quick look" at a closet door and that man somehow disconnected my water heater, so I KNOW how this goes, and yet I still would never have permitted hammer access within fifty feet of a signed contract. You had ONE job: shepherd this transaction to the finish line, and instead you let someone's "guy" perform amateur forensic archaeology on a basement wall three days before closing. The seller's attorney called you TWELVE TIMES on a Sunday, which means you ruined not only a real estate transaction but also that man's ability to watch football in peace, and for THAT alone you should be barred from all kitchens. Eight thousand dollars in water damage that was hiding behind that wall like a secret shame, and now everyone knows, and nobody is closing, and somewhere a title company employee is crying into their escrow account. The Court hereby sentences you to stand in the corner of every future showing holding a sign that reads "NO TOUCHING" while making unbroken eye contact with all contractors. CASE DISMISSED, Reginald has a gavel to polish.