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Jessikah

A week later… “Tina, can you come into my office?” I yell.

Tina Wellman, my assistant, has been with me since I started this journey into mortgages five year ago when I started my new life.

It took her and me a long time to get into a comfortable stride that not only had us hitting the high numbers, but Tina making a perfect salary to be able to live and play.

“What’s up girl?” Tina says, walking in with her agenda in hand and her glasses on her head.

“We need to go over my schedule for the next week. I have to make sure I schedule time to eat and pee.” I smirk as she chuckles.

“Girl, the amount of people looking for a mortgage is amazing in this economy. I am shocked that so many want to buy, Tina states, sitting on the winged back chair that’s the color of charcoal gray.

A chime binging from my laptop as another client has booked an appointment for a mortgage product. Turning my head, I see my calendar turn purple in the two-thirty spot.

“This is insane. We are only in the seventh month of the year and I am already three quarters of the way to where I was last year, during the entire year. Not complaining, though. The more I make, the better we have it.” I smile as Tina nods.

We spend the next twenty minutes going over the schedule before deciding on lunch. Tina places and order for Burger World . Once the food is delivered we both get back to work. As I sit at my desk, I turn to my computer and make the next call.

“Hello, may I please speak with Paul Gallant?” I state, sitting up a little straighter in my chair. I have my pad and pen ready to take notes, and if the gentleman doesn’t want me to email him the link to start the application, then I can get him started while we are on the phone.

“You got him, who’s this?” his gruff voice snaps back.

His voice should send shivers down my spine in fear.

Most men, when they are gruff, make me shake just a little bit.

But Paul’s voice does something different to me.

I would love to spend time talking on the phone with him.

His voice is calming, yet manly. Makes me feel protected, and I don’t even know this man.

“My name is Jessikah Gorman. You booked an appointment with me to look at getting a mortgage product?” I ask.

He grunts, and that’s how the next half hour goes.

We spend time discussing what he wants and how much money he would like.

I inform him the only thing holding him back would be his credit, and until I pull that we couldn’t do much.

“So, Paul. I will send you over the consents to sign. As soon as I have them back, I will get to work on your file. You will hear from me Monday afternoon on what options I have available, and we can discuss it then.” I make another appointment for Monday on my calendar and hang up the phone.

“Have you ever heard a stranger’s voice and instantly know you could spend hours listening to them speak about the bible or white socks?” Tina nods. “The man on the phone had one of those voices.”

The tap of nails coming up the stairs means my puppy is back from his walk. “Moose, come see mama, I shout, and watch as my blue nose Pitbull, Great Pyrenees and Saint Bernard puppy comes barreling into the room. Placing his front paws on my legs and licking my face.

“Who’s mama’s good boy?” I coo, rubbing his head and kissing his nose.

“The walker said he went pee and poop and also barked at a squirrel, dragged his butt on some grass and then disappeared into Mrs. Brown’s house for treats and water.” Tina bends down and snuggles into Moose’s head.

“He always visits with Mrs. Brown. She spoils him and makes sure he is loved on.” I giggle, turning as the ding of the calendar alerts me to my next meeting.

“I have a thirty-minute meeting with the next potential client.

Then we can clean up and shut down for the night, I state, spinning in my chair and making sure the notes from my last meeting are placed in a spot I can get to them for tomorrow.

“Alright, boss lady. I’ll get the kitchen and everything else cleaned up.

Then I will head home for the night. Have a great weekend.

Catch you Monday morning, I’ll bring coffee and breakfast. My hours for the last two weeks are in your email.

Night, Tina says, rubbing Moose’s head one more time and closing the door to my office, leaving me and Moose inside.

Dailing the number on the calendar, I pull out my pad of paper and pen, ready to take quick notes from the next client.

“Yes, can I please speak with Margo, I say, pulling up the application in case the client wants me to start the application over the phone.

“This is she,” a sweet voice says, as Moose’s snores fill the room.

“Hi, Margo, my name is Jessikah Gorman. I work for Gorman Mortgage Brokers as a mortgage broker. You filled in a link for a consultation?” I look down at my dog as his legs start to move in his sleep.

I spend the next thirty minutes going over the process with Margo. We fill in the application over the phone and I tell her all the documents I need her to upload to the application. I answer a few more of her questions before hanging up.

Mentally I go through who I feel would be the best lender for her application.

Without the full documents to go over, narrowing it down to three possibilities I think will be a fit for her needs.

I’ll wait until all the information is present so I can make sure the numbers she has given me are correct.

Shutting the computer down. I whistle to get Moose’s attention, and we leave my office, locking the door behind me.

“I am forgetting something,” I mumble, and head to the kitchen to find the local Chinese food menu. Once I place the order, I head to my room to change from my business work clothes, giving myself a rinse, or as my mom used to call it a whore’s bath and slipping into my pajamas.

“Moose, are we watching serial killer drama or romantic comedies tonight?” I ask, as I hit the last stair and look around the living room.

Moose is not in the room. So, I make my way to the kitchen and see him sitting at the backdoor, his paw scratching at the little doggie window I had installed when he kept trying to get on my counters to see out the window.

“Let’s go potty, and then we can settle in for the night,” I say, as Moose’s head twists side to side like he understands what I am saying.

I open the door and watch as the ginger fur missile launches himself off the back porch and slides across the grass.

He runs around like he has the devil chasing him before he skids to a stop, sniffs the ground and squats to do his dirty business.

When he is done, he saunters up to the backdoor, kicks his back paws at the bottom step and jumps up, slowly making his way into the house.

Making sure I have my bottle of pop and glass of ice ready for when dinner arrives, I head into the living room.

Placing my pop on the table and grabbing the remote, I set up the TV and wait until my order arrives.

Nothing like a Friday night at home with my beloved fur child and eating anything I want while binge watching my favorite shows.