Anna, 32, from Miami, was showing a $1.2 million waterfront property to a couple when her phone buzzed with a callback from a modelling agency she'd interviewed with six weeks earlier and completely given up on. She excused herself to 'check the Wi-Fi router', stood in the driveway, and accepted a three-month contract on the spot. (The couple bought the house. Her colleague got the commission. Anna bought a better handbag.) She'd been doing real estate for four years — good money, unpredictable hours, and clients who treated her like a GPS with a real estate license. The agency treated her considerably better.