“I was leaving on a business trip, but the flight was canceled and I came back home. When I opened the door, a strange woman was standing there wearing my robe. ‘You must be the realtor, right? My husband said you’d come to evaluate our apartment.’ I silently nodded and stepped inside…”

“Oh,” he said. “You are early.”

Brianna turned toward him, confused. “Trevor. Do you know the agent.”

Paige closed her folder slowly and smiled with quiet control.

“Yes,” Paige said. “We know each other very well.”

Trevor stepped forward. “Paige wait. This is not what it looks like.”

Paige lifted a hand gently. “Why do you not finish getting dressed. This will only take a moment.”

His instinct was to argue. Instead he retreated into the bathroom, clinging to hope that she might simply leave.

Brianna shifted uncomfortably. “I am sorry. This is awkward.”

“No apology necessary,” Paige replied. “These things happen when schedules overlap.”

The younger woman relaxed, believing Paige’s calm tone. That told Paige everything. Brianna did not know.

Paige adopted her professional voice. “If you do not mind, I need a few details for my report. Are you renting or purchasing.”

“Purchasing,” Brianna said proudly. “Trevor handled all the paperwork. We are closing soon.”

“Utilities already transferred,” Paige asked.

“Yes. He is very organized,” Brianna said, showing her phone. “He even sent me copies of the forms.”