Margaret Walked Away From Scottsdale With a Blue Mug and Eighty-Nine Million Dollars
“I spoke with the listing agent at four this afternoon.”
Renee poured ice water into four glasses and set one beside my plate with a sharp tap of her fingernail.
“Did he tell you the seller’s bottom price?” Renee asked, taking her seat across from him.
“He says an offer came in just after lunch,” Daniel said, sliding his wristwatch back and forth on his wrist.
“All cash.
Seven hundred forty thousand.
Zero contingencies.”