Brenda insisted it was the right location. Brad wasn't so sure. The area looked tired, run down.
"It's full of types," he complained, in a low tone, his eyes nodding towards an older man hawling a trolley that seemed to be full of cheap beer.
"It's up and coming," Brenda said. "I've been looking into it. The demographics are changing. If we get in now, we'll be in exactly the right place for when the money starts flowing in."
Brad shrugged. He didn't know about these kinds of things. Brenda usually knew best.
"But it's on the wrong side of the tracks," he said. He nodded to the train line that ran behind the building. "Literally." Brenda nodded.
"Yes, and that's why we can afford it. The place is about to undergo gentrification. You'll see. The money is arriving. See that building over there?" She pointed to a horrible tower block, the ugly colour of underpants-grey. "That is going to be developed in the next year into high-end flats."
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