Annie woke up far more tired than Giselle. Since the brunette had slept through half of yesterday while her girlfriend had been at work, fucking late into the night took a bigger toll on the blonde. Giselle kissed the woman and prepared breakfast. She could hear the shower run a lot longer than usual. Maybe she was exceptionally dirty. The thought made her chuckle and blush crimson. And when she thought up some banter, she bit her lip and carried breakfast into the living room.

"What are you smirking about?", the blonde wondered, looking a lot less tired now. "Maybe about how dirty you must've been?", she responded and grinned sheepishly. Annie blushed and visibly remembered the previous night, "Oh is that how it was, even though I can still see a bit of myself on your cheek". Giselle ran her fingertips across her cheek and felt a bit of dried, salty juices. "Tehe, yeah well…", she giggled and gestured to the table, "Wanna get dressed first?". The blonde giggled along and nodded, then vanished into the bedroom to emerge dressed barely two minutes later. Impressive as always.

"I'll be heading to my mom's after signing the papers for the sale and giving up my keys. This is probably the last time it's this easy for me to swing by", the brunette said heavily. "Yes, and when I swing by I'll feel like a fucking teenager, asking for the parents' permission to stay over", the woman snickered and poked Giselle into the side, "Don't worry, love. It'll be fine!". "If you say so", she responded, but somehow Annie's carefree words lifted the weight just a little. It was contagious. Then the blonde outlined how today was the deadline on her other project and Giselle made a mental note to send a message in the evening. To ask how it went, and to offer support.

Time flew by. The girlfriend left and Giselle sat alone in nostalgia. A whole chapter of her life would end today. With it came a myriad of possibilities and her life path would branch out once more. The shower felt refreshing, too. After dressing herself, she glanced into the mirror. Maybe she had lost a couple of pounds? At least she needed a belt on her cloth pants now, but it was also possible that her memory deceived her and she had always needed a belt. The two suitcases were prepared for departure later and when a group of voices echoed through the stairwell and entered the apartment next to Annie's, she joined the group. "Oh it's even bigger now that it's empty", a delighted Celestine said and held Ian's hand firmly. So they were still a thing. Giselle sighed quietly and put on a fake smile, "Hi everyone!". Carry came over and shook her hand, "Giselle, good that you're here timely. Let's start". Like the day before, they gathered in the kitchen, since it held the only place with a makeshift table. Giselle stood to one side of Carry, putting the agent between the couple and her. She was grateful it worked out like this. Celestine barely acknowledged her, being all flustered and happy. Ian's vibe was largely different, too, compared to the previous day.

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"Proceedings are very standardised when it comes to buying a property", Carry started to explain. "The contract both parties will sign will not only contain the legal transfer of the object, but also…". Somehow Giselle managed to space out while Carry was talking. When she realised, she forced herself to pay attention again. "…and finally we will complete by collecting all data into this sheet. That will conclude this and both Ian and Giselle will no longer own the property".

Carry pulled another stack of papers from her bag. Similar to yesterday she had multiple copies of everything. Four copies to be exact. This would be a nightmare to sign. All three of them took one stack while Carry checked the meters for heating and electricity and noted down the current numbers onto a sheet of paper. Then she added the amount of keys and checked for damage in any of the rooms. Giselle scrolled through the contract and found it to be less complicated than the agreement that Ian had presented to her through Julian. Regardless she checked for pitfalls. Nothing out of the ordinary stuck out. Eventually the agent returned to a couple clinging to each other if they were glued together and a brunette woman with her arms folded. "Is everything in order?", the agent wanted to know and let her gaze wander from one person to the next. Giselle nodded and Ian and Celestine said "Yes!" in unison. Good grief, honeymooning couples were the worst. The thought made her smirk, since Annie and her probably looked quite similar. Maybe not that similar, since they didn't announce they were a homosexual couple to literally everybody. Probably they were still bad. She sighed and took a pen from Carry. Then she copied the data about meters, keys and damage over into her sheet and signed the contract and the handover certificate in the places indicated. Ian and Celestine did the same.

"Would it be okay if Giselle received the money and you two sort out the details?", Carry asked Ian, who nodded and showed his teeth. "Sure is!", he said and turned to Giselle with a mischievous grin, "And thanks to the contract from yesterday we'll split the remainder into half, minus your half from the current market value of our car". He proclaimed this without blinking and pressed a sheet of paper into her hand. She looked down and identified the paper as an assessment from a car shop. The car had lost more than 50% of purchase value. It had been a used car to begin with. Both Celestine and her new boyfriend looked down on her from their position of superiority. Her mind still turned the numbers. They managed to sell the apartment for roughly 50k more than it cost them, minus 10k roughly for the loan. She had assumed that those remaining 40 would go into her pocket. A retirement fund. Now halved plus half the remaining value of the car, left her at maybe 22k. And there it was. She had been taken to the cleaners and there was little she could do about it now.