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The Name Game

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A sales team welcomes a new team member which helps with sales figures but not with the stutters.

The Name Game

There was a new name game in the office at Red Ribbon Real Estate & Rentals when Teagan was hired as the new agent to replace Betty who was moving north to care for her ailing mother.  Apart from Betty, every other employee’s name had started with T.  It was a great conversation starter as it broke the ice when dealing with demanding clients who seemed to lack a sense of humour when their dream home was hard to find.

Taylor, on reception, sighed and asked Tigana; Tig for short, that surely if Teagan had a middle name they could call her, other than one starting with T. Troy, a senior partner, wondered how Tyler was going to manage with his stutter already struggling with what was already awful alliteration, without any more trouble with T’s.  Timothy, who hated having his name shortened, didn’t care.  Tess, also a senior partner and Troy’s cousin, was ready to step in and be a good influence with helpful pointers on charm and etiquette.  Tobias thought it was going to be hilarious when they had their traditional Friday Shout at afternoon tea.  It was supposed to be alphabetical as to whose turn it was to do the eats and treats, but as the alphabet consisted of one letter, the remaining 25 letters discarded, they had opted for a name drawn out Taylor’s straw hat.  Trevor, the accountant said so long as the figures were in the black, he didn’t care either, and Tina was far too busy dealing with her horrible hot flushes, so another T name was the least of her troubles.  She had felt empowered about turning 50, she had been ready to embrace a new decade, but her body had different ideas and was determined to give her desk fan a run for its money.  Taylor frowned when the fan was turned on to Turbo, her paperwork would catch the breeze and fly off the reception desk.  Tina sorted the problem with a paperweight to keep tempers smooth.

Taylor made sure Teagan had all the necessary paperwork before taking a group of corporates to an older house with a sizeable property.  The house had seen better days but had been given a major makeover with fresh paint, new furniture, plush cushions on contemporary couches, tasteful modern artwork on the walls, throws of muted colours in bedrooms and flower arrangements in the halls.  The kitchen was light and bright and one of the ghastly yellow glass windows by the front door had been replaced with clear glass, the rest of the window frontage was sparkling like diamonds.  The remaining yellow-tinted window remained ‘for character’, according to the seller.  The double garaging and potential to develop the large property was surely enough to seal a deal, Teagan hoped. 

Being new to the area, Tig filled Teagan in on how it had previously been tenanted by an unsavoury group whose income was generated by drug dealing.  The cars had pull up outside the property like Waterloo Station. The customers were everyday people, some in finely cut suits, others looking streetwise in their jeans and hoodies.  The price was right, and the deal was done. They never lingered; it wasn’t a social call.

As Teagan pulled up outside in her beige Toyota Camry, she waited for her clients to arrive, as arranged. A convoy of large corporate cars pulled up, parking outside the gate.  After the meet and greet, Teagan started with the house description and specs as they walked through the slightly rusted front gate.  No one noticed the rust as there were products on the market to rust a perfectly good paint job, so the look was on trend.

Inside, the features spoke for themselves.  The corporates were taken by the colour blend that flowed through the house.  It was a very liveable space and one they could see as a viable investment.  After thorough inspection and the potential with the garaging, they finished their viewing. After more discussion, they thanked Teagan for her personal, professional approach to their needs and assured her they would be in touch soon.

Teagan had a skip in her step as she walked back to the office.  What a great way to start her new job.  She was hopeful she would sell the house.

Taylor looked at her expectantly.  “How did you go?”

Before Teagan could form her words, Troy came out of his office, with Tig closely behind.  “So”, how did you go?”

“It was great.  The house looks lovely, and the clients were very impressed.  We should hear from them later this afternoon.” Teagan beamed. 

Well, that sounds promising!  Well done!” Troy said in a fatherly tone.

Tig grinned.  “That’s wonderful news! We want to hear all about it at the Friday Shout!”

Trev popped his head out of his office to see what the commotion was about.  “So, you sold it, did you?”

“I might have, we’ll know this afternoon!” Teagan couldn’t hide her pride.

“Nice work!” Timothy added as he walked up to the reception desk with a steaming mug of tea. 

“You’re a keeper!” Tess added in a matronly tone.

Teagan felt she had deployed her sales skills and natural charm mixed in with empathy and intuition, while showing the corporate buyers through 128 Percival Place.  And to be praised and appreciated for a job well done, was more than she could ask for. 

The Friday shout was a roaring success with the news of the sale as well as firm interest in a heritage listing, and a tasty smorgasbord to welcome to Teagan to the Red Ribbon Team. She was a keeper, even if her name did start with T.

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