“That would be very nice, Coach. We really like the neighborhood too. So, can we proceed with the purchase contract?” Jaycee asks getting back to ...usiness.45 minutes later, Jaycee has a signed offer that’s all cash, no closing costs being asked and waiving all inspections. Jaycee teases that if Coach finds any problems, he has her number, and she wrote her home address on the back of her business card.She tells Coach that she will fax the documents to the seller in the morning and she should. He looked to be in his mid-thirties with some grey specs in his black hair. He is about 6 foot, and well built. He is wearing a black suit with a white tie and is looking at me with a very exasperated expression."So...I fucked up." The man said. "Before you start freaking out asking who I am, where you are, and what the hell just happened, let me explain. I am God -- and despite what everyone on Earth believes, I make mistakes, granted I haven't made one in over 2,000 years... MARY! Reset the. He thought about her estimate of twenty-one days and thought he could get the property looking pretty good within that period. ‘Right I’ll accept on the basis of working 168 hours at forty-five bucks an hour on the condition we go to town this Saturday afternoon and you spend up big on a new wardrobe to my approval and you burn your old dresses and shoes… all of them.’ ‘What are you insane? You know there’s no way I’ll agree to that. Come to your senses Kevin.’ ‘Yes or no Milly,’ he said. " I said heading for the door. "I know."=========Mischief spun away from the computer and looked at me with large worried eyes. "I don't like this, Jane. That fucking thing doesn't exist." She snarled jabbing her finger at the photo. "Anywhere! I've sent it through every database I've got, and come up with nothing but the sale to President Algrande." So it does exist, but we've no idea where it came from or why Mrs. Maxwell wants it so badly... The more involved we get with this case the more.