The first time I saw a suitcase full of cash at a settlement table was like something out of a movie. The buyer strutted in, plopped it down, and opened it up like they were unveiling a priceless artifact. And poof! Just like that, the cash vanished quicker than you can say "abracadabra." After a couple of hours, the settlement went off without a hitch. Keys were exchanged, papers were signed, and the house was sold.
Fast forward a few years, and I get a call from the IRS and the FBI. I was about to tell them I was too busy for a meeting, but my husband gave me a reality check with a resounding "Not The Right Answer!" So, we ended up meeting the IRS and the FBI, and I had my husband by my side to keep me in check.
I spread out all my hand-written records, copies of the contract, and every piece of paperwork I had on the transaction involving the mysterious suitcase full of money. They asked very specific questions and together gave them the information ..The agents combed through everything, taking notes and appreciating my paperwork. They thanked me and vanished like the cash in that suitcase.
Now, here's the punchline - the buyer of the house with the cash ended up moving to a new place known as...THE BIG HOUSE!
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