Issac Monroe couldn't help but let a private, subtle smirk tug at the corner of his mouth. It was painfully obvious that Mary Wolfe was a "green bean" in the industry—a fresh recruit who hadn't yet been jaded by the cutthroat world of Redharrow real estate. Her nervousness was endearing, a stark contrast to the predatory sharks circling the lobby.
To ease the girl’s visible anxiety, Issac spoke up, his voice steady and grounding. "Don't sweat the statistics for now. Why don't you just take us over to the sand table and show us the 3D model of the development?"
Mary let out a breath she seemed to have been holding for an hour. "Of course, sir! Right this way."
As they gathered around the sprawling, illuminated scale model of Waterline Square, it became clear that the choice was thinning
