Second Chances for First Impressions: The Purple Volcano

It was an ordinary Tuesday, back when I was beginning as a Realtor, and I was just finishing up my cold-calling session for the day. The weather was average, and the room was a comfortable seventy degrees. I reached down for my fresh water bottle under the desk, keeping an eye on the car that had just pulled up to the building. I was only casually aware of the hum of voices in the room, the…