In the end, I chose the one with the best location, the best views, and the interior that suited my taste perfectly.
Total price: two and a half million dollars.
When I pulled out my card without hesitation, his composure cracked—just for a second. A young woman, paying cash for a property like this. I could see him recalculating everything he'd assumed about me.
While processing the paperwork, curiosity finally got the better of him. "Ms. Fox, if you don't mind my asking—someone with your resources, where were you living before?"
"Westside," I said evenly. "The old village district."
He blinked, clearly not expecting that answer. Then he recovered, nodding slowly.
"Ah, I know the area. Word was they were planning to demolish it—big redevelopment project." He paused, shuffling papers. "Though our company tends to hear things early. Apparently the plans got adjusted. That district isn't in the demolition zone anymore."
He shook his head with something like sympathy. "A lot of people who were counting on those payouts are going to be very disappointed."
The Westside demolition plan had been adjusted?
I almost laughed out loud.