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Launching Your Overseas Property Adventure
I've told the buyer from Dublin that the other buyer, the gentleman from Cork, is considering by how much he'd be willing to increase his offer,” John Rohan explained in a hurry as he burst through the door into the little room where my husband, Lief, and I sat waiting. “However, the other buyer, the one from Cork, he's gone. He said he'd reached his limit and excused himself from the bidding. He's left the building. Our buyer from Dublin doesn't know this, but it won't be long before he figures it out. This is your chance. If you're selling, you're selling today, now. I believe I can push the Dublin bidder up another 50,000 euro, but that's all I'm going to get out of him.”
With that, Mr. Rohan looked squarely at Lief and then at me, gauging our reactions. I glanced over at the monitor mounted on the wall to our right. The room where we'd been told to wait while John Rohan presided over the auction for our home in Waterford, Ireland, had no windows. The monitor on the wall was our only glimpse of the activity going on around us. It showed the auction room itself, where we'd watched, starting an hour earlier, as Mr. Rohan had opened bidding for our Lahardan House before a crowd of about three dozen people. John had prepared us by explaining that most in the room would be bystanders, there just to see what the house might sell for. In the end, we had five serious bidders. Three pulled out quickly, leaving the gentleman from Cork and ...
