After posting the reviews, Stacey’s anticipation grew, but Mr. Perkly ’s relentless messages didn’t let up. Despite her efforts, he continued to call, text, and occasionally arrive unannounced for “inspections.” Each time she saw his name pop up on her phone, she felt the weight of frustration and exhaustion pressing down.
During one of his surprise inspections, Mr. Perkly pointed out imaginary scuff marks on the walls and muttered about “strange smells.” Stacey could feel her patience wearing thin, her sanctuary slipping away. He was still bringing buyers through, unaffected by her efforts.