Emily has so many great traits. Almost too many to mention. Without sounding too shallow, easily her natural beauty is something to behold. She has subtle beauty devoid of pretentiousness that lingers ever gently on my mind. 

She wears no makeup.

Unpainted nails. 

A survivalist, she had unfortunately lost her job and now working night shifts for a major distribution firm.

Good news on the horizon, she had been called in for an interview for a job better suited to her skill set and commensurate to her working experience in the medical field. 

The house she had occupied was now on the market. Inflation is now starting to hurt our economy and it reflected in the quality of prospective tenants applying. I didn’t want to deal with families struggling to pay rent so it was best to just sell the house. Interestingly, the house never had a “for sale” sign on the yard but only a “for rent” sign but I had instructed my agent to actively solicit potential buyers. The reason for this was to not waste time with investors who undoubtedly low-ball the house to buy it at the cheapest price possible. But I had a savvy background in investing and thwarted any such opportunity from rogue investors. My plan worked. Soon my agent announced she found an approved buyer that offered $35,000 above asking price. Patience when you have to wait for it – can sometimes work. 

The proceeds from selling the houses in south Houston and the house in Baytown would now be moved into 1031 Exchange. This means the federal government will not tax you on the profit provided I reinvest the proceeds on another real estate venture. The project in Oklahoma was now in full swing. No turning back. Money would need to be poured into that property now. I can’t spend one cent on me otherwise I’ll be penalized. Construction was now officially underway. 

On a Sunday in mid-May, I met Emily for breakfast and then I took her shopping. Since the wedding was coming up she decided to wear high heels. One slight problem – she’s never walked in high heels. “Let’s go get some heels then,” I told her. After breakfast we went to a normal suburb franchise clothing store similar to TJ Maxx or Ross. Remember she’s not much of a shopper. Doesn’t like it. So she made a quick decision. She got the first pair of heels that fit her foot. It was more for the practice of walking in them. 

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