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the style of the house or are they totally modern?”
    “Obviously, we had to gut several rooms,” he said. “And update electrical, the plumbing. But I kept with the style, the mid-century, but it needed to be suitable for modern living, like I said. I tried to imagine what the architect would have done if he was designing it with what was available today. Let’s take a look at the kitchen.”
    He stood and walked out of the room. I followed him into the kitchen, looking around at the marble countertops, the stainless steel appliances, the beautiful slate floor. It was a masterpiece of walnut cabinetry with a gigantic skylight that let in lots of good light. The kitchen was vintage looking and very well done. I loved it on site.
    “And the bathrooms?” I asked.
    “Let’s have a look.”
    He showed me a powder room, a guest bath and then the master. All had been gutted and outfitted with modern fixtures, all new and sparkling. The master bath had a super white oval-shaped soaking tub and a gigantic shower with two rainfall shower heads. All done in beautiful, soft green subway tiles.
    “What happened to the Japanese soaking tub?” I asked.
    He chuckled. “You heard about that?”
    “I did a little research before coming over,” I replied with a smile.
    “It was much too large to keep,” he said. “So we got rid of it. These tubs are better and someone can get into and out of them without a stepstool. Besides, nobody really wants a tub that big anymore.”
    I nodded and stared around the room.
    “What do you think?” he asked.
    “You’ve done a fantastic job,” I said. “I love it, of course. However… Well, let’s just be honest here. The market isn’t dictating that a house like this will sell quickly. But I think with my contacts, I can find the right buyer. I’m thinking a rich international businessman or a younger trust fund couple of some sort. Maybe even an actor, recently divorced, who wants a new bachelor pad.”
    He nodded. “You seem to be on the right track.”
    “Why do you want to sell?”
    “I think the place is haunted,” he said, then chuckled to himself .
    What? I thought and stared at him.
    He saw the look on my face and laughed. “Kidding. I’m just ready to move on.”
    I loved hearing that. If he was ready to leave, that meant he was ready to sell and would take what the market was dictating, which, right now, was in the low millions. If I got this listing, it would make my year. Depending on the purchase price, it might make my career. “I can do this,” I said. “But there is one caveat.”
    “And that is?”
    “The price,” I said. “We have to price it to get people in here to see the beauty that you’ve created. If the price is too high, they will pass it by.”
    He considered this. “I understand that but I think you can get what it’s worth.”
    I thought about that. The reality was that houses were worth what people were willing to pay for them. I didn’t think he understood this, so I said, “What were you thinking?”
    “Come with me,” he said and lead me through the house and to the wall of floor to ceiling glass doors that lead to the backyard and pool. He pushed the doors back, sliding them into the wall. I loved pocket doors like that. He waved his hand over the backyard, which was mostly the magnificent pool, surrounded by a plot of green, green grass. I was glad to see that he had kept the character of the yard instead of going with xeriscaping.
    I stepped out of the house and looked at the pool. It was an infinity pool which seemed to float off the hill and into the urban sprawl below.
    “This view will sell this house,” he said. “I stare at it every night before going to bed.”
    The view was great, but he was wrong about it selling the house. It was beautiful, unobstructed. You could see all of Los Angeles below. But the house… Well, it was still going to be a hard sell just because it was so different, good view or no good view. It