A sense of accomplishment filled Amy Kincade as she walked across the stage to accept her award. Million dollar producer . That had a nice ring to it , she thought, as she graciously outstretched her hand to accept the award from her broker, Dallas Callahan. Her nerves were out in full-force as her stomach felt like it had a flock of over-caffeinated butterflies in it.
She had joined the Callahan Real Estate Group just a year before, but her rise up the ranks had been quick. Coming from a background of sales people, it was no surprise that Amy, just 25 years old, had already made a name for herself in the real estate industry. Her colleagues at the office were impressed with her skills, and many felt like she was their stiffest competition in her town.
“Congratulations, Amy!” Danielle Allen said as Amy re-joined her office mates at the round table in the luxurious hotel ballroom.
“Thanks, girl. I was so nervous walking across that stage...” Amy said giggling under her breath as she took a sip of her now ice cold coffee.
Danielle and Amy had become great friends over the last year. Danielle, a 33 year old single mom, had struggled to stay in the real estate business because of the economy. Her deadbeat ex-husband had stopped paying child support, and she was having to work double time just to make ends meet. Amy felt bad for her, and she had even sent her a referral once during the year just so she could make some extra money.
“I wonder how much longer this thing is going to last? I have to pick Abby up from school at 3:00,” Danielle lamented as she looked at her watch.
“I think it will be over soon,” Amy said as she scanned the printed program.
“Do you have any appointments today?” Danielle asked Amy.
“Yes. I actually have one at 4:30 north of Atlanta,” Amy said smiling. “This is a great listing opportunity. The house is actually on some land, so I think there is a barn and horses. It's an old antebellum home. You know I love those..... Should be a great one if I can get it,” Amy said.
“You'll get it, girl. I have faith in you. And maybe you can get Rhett Butler as part of your commission,” Danielle said elbowing her with a laugh.
After watching about another hour of the awards ceremony, it was finally over and the women made their way to the parking deck. Danielle drove an older minivan with a booster seat in the second row for her beloved daughter, Abby. Danielle adored Abby, and she would do anything for her. Amy found it sad that she couldn't find a real man to love her and her precious 8 year old daughter.
“I'm not sure how much longer I can hang on, Amy,” Danielle said looking down as they walked to their cars.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, financially. Real estate has been slow for me, and Craig never pays a dime anymore. It would cost me too much to take him back to court,” Danielle said.
“What a scumbag. He makes me sick. I am so sorry you have to go through this, Dani,” Amy said putting her arm around Danielle's shoulders as they walked.
“I may have to take a second job. I guess we'll see how the next few weeks go,” Danielle said as she reached out to unlock her door. She gave Amy a quick hug and the two women parted.
As Amy drove through the thick Atlanta traffic, she thought about her own life. She had been raised in a great middle class family. She was happy with her real estate career and the fact that she had her own apartment, but she was not at all happy with her love life. Boring. That's what you'd call it.
She had dated several men over the last couple of years since graduating from college. First there was Brian. They dated for 6 months until he realized that he might be gay. Not a nice feeling for Amy as she worried that she had turned him that way. Then there was Paul. He was an aspiring musician and actor. Actually, he was lazy and sat at her apartment most of the time
She had joined the Callahan Real Estate Group just a year before, but her rise up the ranks had been quick. Coming from a background of sales people, it was no surprise that Amy, just 25 years old, had already made a name for herself in the real estate industry. Her colleagues at the office were impressed with her skills, and many felt like she was their stiffest competition in her town.
“Congratulations, Amy!” Danielle Allen said as Amy re-joined her office mates at the round table in the luxurious hotel ballroom.
“Thanks, girl. I was so nervous walking across that stage...” Amy said giggling under her breath as she took a sip of her now ice cold coffee.
Danielle and Amy had become great friends over the last year. Danielle, a 33 year old single mom, had struggled to stay in the real estate business because of the economy. Her deadbeat ex-husband had stopped paying child support, and she was having to work double time just to make ends meet. Amy felt bad for her, and she had even sent her a referral once during the year just so she could make some extra money.
“I wonder how much longer this thing is going to last? I have to pick Abby up from school at 3:00,” Danielle lamented as she looked at her watch.
“I think it will be over soon,” Amy said as she scanned the printed program.
“Do you have any appointments today?” Danielle asked Amy.
“Yes. I actually have one at 4:30 north of Atlanta,” Amy said smiling. “This is a great listing opportunity. The house is actually on some land, so I think there is a barn and horses. It's an old antebellum home. You know I love those..... Should be a great one if I can get it,” Amy said.
“You'll get it, girl. I have faith in you. And maybe you can get Rhett Butler as part of your commission,” Danielle said elbowing her with a laugh.
After watching about another hour of the awards ceremony, it was finally over and the women made their way to the parking deck. Danielle drove an older minivan with a booster seat in the second row for her beloved daughter, Abby. Danielle adored Abby, and she would do anything for her. Amy found it sad that she couldn't find a real man to love her and her precious 8 year old daughter.
“I'm not sure how much longer I can hang on, Amy,” Danielle said looking down as they walked to their cars.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, financially. Real estate has been slow for me, and Craig never pays a dime anymore. It would cost me too much to take him back to court,” Danielle said.
“What a scumbag. He makes me sick. I am so sorry you have to go through this, Dani,” Amy said putting her arm around Danielle's shoulders as they walked.
“I may have to take a second job. I guess we'll see how the next few weeks go,” Danielle said as she reached out to unlock her door. She gave Amy a quick hug and the two women parted.
As Amy drove through the thick Atlanta traffic, she thought about her own life. She had been raised in a great middle class family. She was happy with her real estate career and the fact that she had her own apartment, but she was not at all happy with her love life. Boring. That's what you'd call it.
She had dated several men over the last couple of years since graduating from college. First there was Brian. They dated for 6 months until he realized that he might be gay. Not a nice feeling for Amy as she worried that she had turned him that way. Then there was Paul. He was an aspiring musician and actor. Actually, he was lazy and sat at her apartment most of the time
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