SNOBBY TOP REALTOR MOCKED A GUY IN SCUFFED WORK BOOTS FOR ASKING ABOUT A $5M MANSION — HE HAD NO IDEA HE WAS BEING FILMED FOR A PRIMETIME NATIONWIDE EXPOSÉ
Marcus stared down at Julian’s white-knuckled grip on his flannel sleeve, the expensive silk of Julian’s cuff digging into the scar on his forearm he’d gotten helping his mom fix their apartment’s leaky roof when he was 16. He wrenched his arm away hard enough that Julian stumbled back, nearly tripping over his own designer leather loafers.
“Save your breath,” Marcus said, his voice cold enough that the hush in the lobby deepened. “You made your call ten minutes ago when you decided someone in work boots wasn’t worth basic human decency. I don’t negotiate with bigots.”
Julian’s face went from pale to ash gray, his mouth opening and closing like a gasping fish. “You don’t understand, I have a mortgage, I have student loans, I worked my ass off to get here—”
“Please.” Marcus barked a laugh that held no warmth. “I don’t care about your excuses. You spent the last five minutes humiliating a stranger for no reason other than your own fragile ego. You’re not the victim here.”
