Chapter 8: I’m So Money

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Brett Priestly was the one Remarkables Lane resident who did not start the day hanging over the bathroom sink feeling sorry for himself. 

Rather the opposite, in fact. Brett liked to start the day with a bit of honest self-appraisal and today, he liked what he saw. 

Hair – dark brown, glossy, gelled and plenty of it? Check! 

Eyes – green, intelligent with a roguish twinkle? Check! 

Chin – determined, go-getting and was that the slightest trace of a dimple? Check! 

He winked at himself, adjusted his tie and let the feeling of success wash over him. What was it the book had said? If you feel it and believe it, you will achieve it. 

He closed his eyes, visualised himself taking potential buyers around, exciting their interest with every feature and fitting he pointed out. He felt his crisp white shirt cuffs snap as he pointed out with a flourish the fabulous, uninterrupted view down to the lakefront. He saw the pleasure in their eyes as he detailed the possible uses for the third bedroom. 

Oh, he had the goods all right. He was going to get a sale out of this today. His first sale ever in his new career. He went back to visualising. 

In his head he heard the buyer say, “I’ll take it”. He felt the elation and the sensation of shaking the buyer’s hand to seal the deal. Hang on a minute, what’s this? 

The buyer’s wife is tugging at her husband’s sleeve. She’s not happy! She doesn’t like the colour of the bathroom! She wants to go back and look at that other property. 

He started to hyperventilate and beads of sweat began to break out on his forehead. He felt dizzy and clutched the edge of the basin for support. He shut his eyes and desperately wracked his brain for a positive affirmation to turn the whole thing around. 

“I prosper wherever I turn and I know that I deserve prosperity of all kinds. I prosper wherever I turn and I know that I deserve prosperity of all kinds…” 

He repeated the words over and over and as he did so he felt his heart rate slowly return to normal.
In his mind’s eye he saw the buyer’s wife stop tugging at her husband’s sleeve and start to smile. She loved the house, she loved the colour of the bathroom. Hell, she was now so happy she wanted to pay extra! 

Brett opened his eyes, punched the air and let out a whoop. He eyed his reflection in the mirror one more time. Yep, he was a winner all right. He winked at his reflection in the mirror and made pistol movements with his fingers. 

“Brett Priestley, you’ve got it going on!” he enthused turned on his heel and exited the bathroom, ready to launch!

All characters in Remarkables Lane are fictitious and any resemblance to any person alive or dead is purely coincidental…. No seriously, you’re really not that interesting