Real Estate Fable EP.7 (1/4): Fame That Couldn’t Save His Mother

Real Estate Fable EP.7 (1/4)

Fame… that couldn’t save his mother
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The story began with a phone call at 1 a.m.
The voice on the line was familiar — his younger sister.
She was crying, saying their mother had collapsed again,
bleeding heavily,
and had to go to the hospital.
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Non sat alone in his rented room.
The glow from his phone screen reflected on a face
that hadn’t slept in three nights.
He checked his mobile banking — 640 baht left.
And a car payment that was already seven days overdue.
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Who would’ve thought
that the real estate agent who just posted on social media

“Closed three more deals!
Thank you to all my amazing clients for your trust.”
didn’t even have enough money
to take his mother to the doctor.
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Non started his real estate career from zero,
like many others.
Riding his old motorbike to find listings,
handing out brochures to homeowners,
asking for properties to represent,
taking photos, sending them to senior agents,
co-brokering through social media,
splitting commissions without hesitation —
just to make a living.
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Back then, he believed in the saying,
“One hand washes the other.”
Help each other sell. Share what you earn.
He’d ride under the scorching sun
until his neck burned.
Non wasn’t the best — but he was determined.
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Non started to gain recognition.
From thoughtful captions.
From helping juniors reply to comments in real estate groups.
From writing posts that sounded like
“real buyers were waiting.”
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Just post in the right place — and people would message him.
Take good photos — and followers would come.
Speak confidently — and people would believe.
Non became “P’Non.”
New agents reached out to co-broker every day.
He started building a team, a page, a Line group.
Some nights, his Zoom meetings were full of people
who wanted to learn from him.
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But behind the curtain —
Non was still behind on car payments,
still gambling to “win it back this round,”
still juggling three credit cards,
still paying for his mother’s expensive medication.
And the words he’d once said,
“I’ll never let mom struggle again,”
echoed in his head every single day.
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Time was running out.
The commissions he earned from co-broker deals
were no longer enough.
He began to think…
“What if I close a deal on my own —
and don’t have to split the commission?”
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Four days later,
a client contacted him,
looking for a luxury house in Ratchaphruek.
Budget: 40 million baht.
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Non scrolled through listings in social groups.
He found a post from a young agent —
a house that perfectly fit his client’s needs.
The post had pictures, floor plans,
and a blurred copy of the title deed.
Non’s mind went blank except for one thought:
“If I get the owner’s number…
this deal is mine.”
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He began to dig.
Searched Google.
Checked Google Maps and satellite views.
Matched the pictures.
Zoomed in to read the house number from a tiny sign.
Used connections to pull ownership info.
And finally —
he got the owner’s number.
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He called, speaking in his usual calm, warm tone.
“Good evening.
I saw you’re selling this house.
I have a client who’s very interested.
May I send you more details?”
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The line went silent for a moment before she replied,
“Sure. I’ll have one of my team send you the details via LINE.”
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That was the first time Non “bypassed” a property
without telling anyone.
He didn’t mention the junior agent who posted it.
Didn’t say where he got the info.
Didn’t even tell his team
how he found the number.
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Once he got all the details,
he made a post of his own:
“Directly authorized by the owner.”
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Non knew it was a lie.
But he told himself,
“If I can close this deal…
I can pay for mom’s treatment
and clear some debts.”
“Just this once… only once.”
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In the end, Non closed the deal.
He prepared all the sales contracts himself.
He managed both the buyer and the seller.
All the way to the day of title transfer.
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At the Department of Lands,
he noticed a small woman standing quietly in the room —
not speaking,
but present through every step.
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He didn’t pay much attention.
All he could think was,
“If I get the full commission,
mom gets her treatment,
and I can finally breathe again.”
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When the transfer was done,
and the buyer had left,
Non asked the owner about his commission.
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The owner replied,
“About that — please discuss with her.
I’ve entrusted everything to her.”
He gestured toward the small woman.
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Only then did Non realize
that she was the exclusive agent for the property —
the sole representative under contract.
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“I know who you are,” she said quietly.
“But I didn’t think you’d work like this.”
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Non froze.
He knew exactly what he’d done.
He’d ignored every red flag.
It was her post all along —
and no one else’s.
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“I’ll give you a share as a co-agent,” she said.
“But the full commission — I can’t give you that.”
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Non didn’t argue.
He just nodded,
unable to look her in the eyes.
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“I’ll never do this again,”
he whispered to himself.
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But that promise
was just a way to ease his guilt.
Because after that day —
he kept doing it again and again.
Every property he could dig into,
he did.
Every chance he had,
he took.
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And every time,
he told himself the same thing:
“I’m doing it for mom.”
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Non was still lost in the illusion of his own excuses,
not knowing what was waiting for him next.
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To be continued — EP.7 (2/4)
Tomorrow, 8–9 PM.
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