It would be Jess, no doubt, calling for a debrief. But when she looked at the screen, she didn’t recognise the number. ‘Hello?’ she asked. ‘Hi, Andie? It’s Elliot.’ ‘Oh hello, Elliot, how are you?’ ‘Great. I wanted to call straightaway,’ he said. ‘I’ve just talked to Stan, the kid I was telling you about, with the apartment?’ ‘Yes?’ ‘Well, he jumped at it. He said you should give him a call to organise a time to go see the place. I’ve got his number.’ ‘Wow, that was quick.’ ‘Yeah, well, like I told you, he’s desperate.’ ‘This is fantastic, Elliot,’ said Andie. ‘You don’t know how much I’ve been dreading flat-hunting. I’ve heard nightmare stories about people lining up for inspections, bidding wars. I can’t believe I won’t have to go through any of that.’ ‘Hey, maybe you shouldn’t count your chickens, you know, at least until you’ve seen the place,’ he warned. ‘I’ve never been there, but I told Stan that you’re a class act, and it better not be a dump.
