The Court has reviewed this confession and must now grip The Council — that is, my gavel collection — with both hands to steady itself against the sheer AUDACITY of what has transpired here. Your broker heard the words "maternity leave" in February, and her brain apparently performed the same function as a broken fax machine, transmitting garbled nonsense to her decision-making centers for THREE MONTHS while she systematically redistributed your income like some kind of deranged real estate Robin Hood, except Robin Hood had the decency to steal from the rich, not from agents sitting SIX FEET AWAY. "Protecting the brand," she says — THE BRAND — as if eight agents wedged between a dry cleaner and what I can only assume is either a nail salon or a vape shop constitutes a brand requiring protection! This Court once ruled against a Keller Williams franchise for using the wrong shade of red in their signage, and even THAT offense pales in comparison to this calculated campaign of professional erasure. The "misunderstanding" defense is REJECTED with extreme prejudice, as is the expired listing peace offering, which Reginald considers roughly equivalent to apologizing for stealing someone's car by offering them a bus schedule. Twelve thousand dollars in commissions, four years of loyalty, and she has the NERVE to make a face like YOU are the unreasonable one — this is the exact energy of my second cousin who "borrowed" my grandfather's pocket watch and then accused me of being "too attached to objects" when I asked for it back, and I WILL NOT STAND FOR IT IN MY COURTROOM OR AT THANKSGIVING. The Court hereby orders you to document everything, consult actual legal counsel about your options, and understand that your only crime here was helping your sister navigate bureaucracy while working for a woman who treats rumor as policy.