It Doesn't Feel Like A Home

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"And Mr. Chen? How long did you work for him?" "About two years. Good man, very honest. He doesn't try to push properties on people—he listens to what they want and finds the best match. That's why his clients keep coming back." Nathan nodded. That was exactly what he needed—someone who would work with him, not just try to close a sale. The city passed by outside the windows. They were heading toward the northern district, where the wealthy lived in gated communities and sprawling estates. The buildings grew more spread out, the streets wider and cleaner. Trees lined the sidewalks, their leaves rustling in the evening breeze. Twenty minutes later, the driver turned into a parking lot beside a sleek, modern building. Three stories of glass and steel, with elegant landscaping and discret

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