There really wasn't much in town for a realtor to do, not with the dome up. They were limited by the dome with the area, the people moving, and the financing available to people. This meant that while there were fewer sellers and buyers, the paperwork was tripled. And the company supplemented that by handling rentals that had been owned by out-of-town residents, and several apartment buildings that had been owned by large, out-of-state corporations.
It was something that had been taken care of back when the dome first went up. And it meant that there really wasn't a 'boring' day for Margo. She could spend her day walking around empty properties and talking to prospective buyers, or she could spend her day fielding maintenance requests and dealing with various repair people.
Today had been the latter, thanks to a mainline backup and literal shit explosion at an apartment building.
"Promise me you didn't cook it, and that you have a drink for me, and I will declare my undying love for you," she told him as she hung up her jacket and purse. She debated it for a millisecond before kicking off her heels as well, heading into the dining room.