Reese stood at the top of the concrete patio steps waiting patiently for Mr. Grey to answer the front door; it was locked ironically. She stepped back to take in the Melrose mansion, envisioning different selling points. It was unapologetically modern with a series of rectangles constructed of auto-tinted glass. Glass that looked into an open, bright, and slick clean layout full of modern décor that enhanced the details of the home. As Reese peered into a nearby window, she could see Mr. Grey walking casually towards the front door with no sense of urgency. She could hear him unlocking the door, so she quickly fixed her appearance.

"Ms. Sutherlin," he said sternly.

"Hello again Mr. Grey," she said nervously.

"You're late," he said opening the door wider to let her in.

"I do apologize. LA traffic is horrible anytime of the day."

"Uh huh," he said looking her up and down, "Well you're here now so we should get started. My office is the first room just off the living room. I'll be with you shortly," he continued closing the door behind her.

"I'll be waiting," she said softly.

Reese walked through the large sunken-in living room with vaulted ceilings; it was perfectly designed like something out of a magazine. A large white wrap-around couch stood opposite of a polished marble fireplace. The small basic-shaped fixtures and blend of neutral-colored décor tied the entire room together. The only thing it lacked was a personal touch, it was as if a few items were missing.

The office, however, was a different story. It yielded expensive paintings that dominated the white walls. The colors were vivid almost to the point of chaos but were still rather stunning. Along the far wall was a large bookshelf bursting with books and awards. It was completely unorganized and would be any maid's nightmare. The sleek black glass surface of the desk was equally unorganized and cluttered with stacks of papers.

"Making yourself comfortable," Mr. Grey said startling Reese upon entering the office.

"Oh, yea," she stammered, " I was just admiring the artwork. Who's it by?"

"Kandinsky," he said sternly taking a seat.

"It's really beautiful," she said following his lead, "I'm not sure I quite get it though."

"It's nothing to get. Just an abstract rendition of the last judgement. It speaks to the room when I have to fire someone. I have one in all of my offices," he smirked.

"Oh," she replied softly.

"So, it's my understanding that you're interested in listing my house. I'm interested to know how you knew I was ready to sell?" he questioned raising his brow.

"Well, Mr. Grey a source of mine came across—"

"My wife's divorce lawyer," he interrupted.

"I can't reveal my source," she stated quickly staring at him blankly.

"That's the only person that knows. We mentioned it briefly and then the next morning, here you are."

"Mr. Grey, I—"

"No, I know," he scoffed, "You're just doing your job."

"Right," she sighed trying to force a smile, "No matter how we got here, I'm here to help sell your home and hopefully if things go well maybe help you buy a new one."

"Let's just sell this one and if you do a good job, we'll discuss that," he smirked.

"Right, so I was only able to take a quick peek around," she said taking out her tablet, "could you tell me a little bit about the house?"

"Everything in the house is completely redone with the addition of smart home tech upgrades that can be personalized to accommodate any lifestyle."

"Sounds like you're selling to me," she laughed looking up at him, "that's a great line."

"What can I say, I've had a lot of practice," he said flashing a smile, "but you know it's really all about selling yourself. That's what you do when you sell a home right? Sell yourself."

"I wouldn't go as far to say that," her voice trailed.

"Well I think we both can agree from one salesmen to the next Ms. Sutherlin, that a client isn't interested in a home or some silly device," he said staring intensely at her, "They're interested in you."

"Oh, is that so," she said surprised.

"Absolutely," he grinned, "The tone of your voice, the intoxicating scent of your perfume, and every great line that spills out of those smooth lips. They're imagining what it is to be you or have you."

"I don't—"

"So I'm interested to see how you will sell yourself to sell my house," he interrupted, "I'm on a tight schedule."

"I'll do my best," she smiled, "could you tell me more about the smart tech. I know some potential buyers that would be interested in this feature."

"You can control the entire house from your cell phone or any smart device. Lights, thermostat, entertainment, and security," he boasted.

"That's great. Can you give me a demonstration?"

"Sure," he said reaching for his cell phone, "Eagle, activate safe mode."

Activating safe mode.

"Eagle?"

"Yes. It's a program I developed," he said placing his phone on the desk, "I'm still working out the kinks before I launch it completely."

"That's amazing. I'll have to get that installed when you get it up and running."

"That's if you can afford it," he chuckled smugly.

"Once I sell this fantastic house of yours, I'll be able to, "she snapped.

"Maybe," he smirked, "Is there anything else you need?"

"Everything you shared was great," she paused, "I would love to take a tour of your home if possible."

"You mean you didn't get a look when you broke in this morning?"

"Not as good as I wanted," she smirked.

"Well, let me show you around," he said standing, "that way the next time you break in, you can go right for the good stuff but I'm sure my wife already beat you to the punch."