It was 3am before I realized how badly I screwed up.
It was my first month as an agent in Manhattan and there I was at 3am, desperately trying to scrub a coffee stain out of my ONLY white dress shirt.
My client booked for the next morning had a seven figure budget and I had $47 to my name…
I ended up wearing a polo shirt to the showing and well, lost the client.
Luckily, after a few months on the job, some real estate grey beards let me in on some insider secrets to dressing like a million bucks on a ramen budget.
Here’s what they taught me: