The Court is AGHAST, truly AGHAST, that a licensed professional would take a seller's word about permits the same way Reginald once took his cousin's word that the shrimp salad was "still good." Twenty minutes, you say? TWENTY MINUTES to pull permit records, and instead you chose to waltz through that walkthrough like a tourist at a timeshare presentation, nodding along while an UNPERMITTED SUNROOM containing an UNPERMITTED HOT TUB sat there bubbling with deceit. This Court has seen brazen acts of verification avoidance, but to stand in a room that should not legally exist, next to a hot tub that the county does not acknowledge, and simply think "well, she SEEMS trustworthy" — that is the behavior of someone who has never been burned by expired shrimp OR unlicensed contractors. And NOW you are surprised that the seller texts you at eleven PM? THE SUNROOM TEXTS YOU AT ELEVEN PM BECAUSE IT HAS NO PERMITS AND THEREFORE NO BOUNDARIES. The buyer's lender fled like Order the Roomba flees from my filing cabinet, and frankly The Court understands completely. This is what happens when we trust, when we assume, when we do not VERIFY — we end up three months deep with a hot tub that technically does not exist and a client who believes YOU personally poured the concrete. The gavel falls HEAVILY.