A Meeting for Mortgage Leads
Walking briskly down the cobble stone path, Connie found herself alone in the park. The sun flirted with the clouds above, breaking through at times and filtering through the trees. Cherry trees, oaks, and pine trees dotted the landscape, all designed by the city to create a utopia of sorts in the middle of the city. She found it peaceful enough, but it wasn’t why she was here. She was in desperate need of some mortgage leads, and she had come here as a last ditch attempt to make a name for herself in the business. Up ahead a man was walking his dog, headed in her direction. He must be her contact, she thought…