I’ll preface this by saying I am not an experienced writer and don’t have any talents in this area, so I hope y’all enjoy the story as it happened, without any props and metaphors.
My one hard rule is to never mix business with play. Over the years, I’ve had numerous occasions to, from clients and associates, but always turned them down. Until now. For context, I work as a real estate broker and had this couple selling their house. We scheduled a day and time for an open house. As usual, I showed up 1 hour before the event (as agreed) to prep the place. I texted the owner 30 mins in advance reminding them I’ll be there, but no response was received. I arrived, parked my car, and let myself in using the eKey since per our agreement, everyone was supposed to be out of the house. I begin spreading around the flyers, setting the water bottles, etc. when I hear steps upstairs. Given that I am a female that oftentimes goes into people’s houses and stuff, I always carry a gun for protection. I reached into my purse but didn’t take the gun out yet. I’m debating whether to say something to whoever was upstairs or just wait. I decide to remain in the kitchen while the steps continued to come downstairs. Eventually, I see the barrel of a small handgun popping from around the corner. I freak out and freeze. Five long seconds later, I see the gun holder and recognize him as my client, the damn home owner who was supposed to be out of the house!