Foreclosed: A Mitzy Neuhaus Mystery (A Mitzy Neuhaus Mystery, a Cozy Christian Collection) by Traci Tyne Hilton Read Free Book Online

offer, okay? Who do they want to underwrite it? Really? You’re kidding, then we can probably close much sooner. Okay. Fax over the offer. I’ll get my seller on the phone. Thanks.”
    She looked at her colleagues, complete surprise written on her face. “A cash buyer, I must be dreaming. It had better be a good offer. The Smythes have been waiting forever and the price is so low they just can’t take anything else off.”
    The three anxious real estate professionals sat with their eyes fixed on the fax. They were about to give up when it started spitting papers onto the floor. Mitzy scooped them up and passed them on after she scanned them.
    “No kidding,” Ben said.
    “No kidding,” Mitzy agreed.
    “That’s a great offer. The Smythes had better take it.”
    “Why wouldn’t they? It’s almost full price, buyer to pay all the closing, just like in the olden days. Okay guys, I’m off to bring some very happy news to our friends on 72 nd Street .” Mitzy slipped into the private office to make the call.
    The Smythes accepted the offer and Mitzy called the other Realtor back to tell her. They arranged a bank to meet at to make the purchase. They would do the transaction tomorrow.
    She came out of the little office, a happy, hopeful smile on her face. The sale helped soothe the sting of losing the great kitchen in the mansion. “Ben, get a welcome home package together. We have some friends closing tomorrow.”
    Ben flipped a pencil off the edge of his desk. Sabrina cheered.
    If Ben had been a girl, they would have had a group hug.
    Sabrina and Mitzy exchanged a meaningful glance. With a grin, from ear to ear, Mitzy called Joan.
    The three ladies met down the block at a little coffee shop for a quick celebration.
    Ben stayed behind to work on his welcome basket. It was boring and effeminate, but it was better than playing addictinggames.com for another day in a row.
     
     
    Mitzy’s table was covered with grande non-fat lattes and a sampler platter of pastries.
    “It is exciting, but it’s a little odd, isn’t it? How many cash sales do you guys do a year?” Joan sipped her coffee.
    “A year? I don’t think there is a yearly. In the last five years we may possibly have done three. So I guess it is unusual, but unusual in a good way. We need a closing. For morale.” Mitzy held her cup close to her mouth and blew into it. Everything about the industry was unusual right now. Cash buyers were everywhere—at short sales and auctions, but this kind of full price family home buyer was a welcome oddity.
    “It’s great news, Joan. Don’t be a downer. The 72 nd house is a lovely home.” Sabrina didn’t want Joan to ruin the one piece of good news Mitzy had had in days.
    “She’s right, Sabrina. It is unusual. I know. But I don’t want to think about that. The buyer’s Realtor says they are good for it. They are going to the bank together to do the transfer in person. I don’t see how it could go wrong.” In reality she saw quite a few ways it could go wrong, but didn’t feel the need to share.
    “But the 72 nd property isn’t anything special. If you could lay down cash wouldn’t you do a custom home, or a great location, or a vintage property?” Joan was persistent.
    “We might do that. But we are single business women. The 72 nd house is in an incredible school district. It is immaculate and has had all the green efficiency upgrades. You know, I bet it’s a property firm. I bet someone is buying it as an investment. In fact, I really would bet. A lot of people are losing really nice homes in the crash. They need someplace to live. And even if they have to rent they want to rent something comparable to what they lost.” Talking it through was increasing Mitzy’s confidence. That house was a sound investment. Of course it was a property management company.
    “Okay, let’s bet. Dinner at Nero’s on the loser.”
    “You’re on.” Joan and Mitzy shook on it.
    They chattered over their coffee.