“I work in real estate,” I said. “You’re an agent?” “Mhmm,” I answered. I was an assistant, but I didn’t want to demote myself in Mayra’s mind. “That means you, like, sell houses that’ll be underwater in twenty years?” So there was still no winning with her. “I guess, bro,” I said, “but it’s just a job. A lot of these assholes are so rich they buy these places and barely even live there, anyway.” “You have any tours scheduled tomorrow?” “No.”
