Chapter 6 - Global Supply Chain Downfall
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On Wednesday morning, Tessa decided to take the conflict to the internet. She wrote a massive, dramatic post on Facebook, framing herself and my parents as helpless victims of an evil landlord.
She posted photos of my parents looking miserable on the porch, claiming I was throwing two frail senior citizens onto the street out of pure corporate greed.
My father was sixty-three years old, played intense pickleball three times a week, and routinely bragged about his physical stamina. Calling him "frail" was pure comedy.
However, Tessa made a massive tactical error in her post.
To prove how "heartless" I was, she included the direct Zillow link to the house to show everyone what I was selling.
Because I had spent eighty thousand dollars modernizing the property—installing quartz countertops, custom kitchen cabinets, and pristine oak flooring—her viral post didn't make people angry at me.
It made people want to buy the house.
At 9:00 PM that evening, Melissa sent me a text message.
Your sister is accidentally running a top-tier marketing campaign. Zillow views are up 400%. Can we legally send her a commission fee?
I chuckled and texted back: Don't reward the insurgents.
By Thursday afternoon, Melissa had received twelve formal requests for private house tours.
That was when my parents realized the most terrifying part of living in a house that was up for sale: total strangers were going to walk through their front door.
When the first buyer arrived on Friday, my father stood in the driveway with his arms crossed, physically blocking the front porch.
Melissa called me from her car.
"Ian, your father is standing on the porch like a guard dog. He's refusing to let potential buyers step inside."
"Issue them a formal twenty-four-hour legal notice of entry," I instructed her calmly.
"And set up a public open house for Saturday morning."
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"Understood," Melissa said.
"This is going to be wild."
