Everything behind this door was built for working agents — not for the public, and not for brokerages. So the way in is not a signup button. It is a check.
The point is not ceremony. It is that a stranger with a gmail address cannot walk out with the toys.
You give us your name and licence number, and we look you up in the state record. If you are not in it, the conversation ends there.
The email you give has to be at your office’s own domain — the same domain the internet says your brokerage lives at. A personal address does not qualify, because anyone can make one.
We email that address a code. You send the code back. That is the whole proof: the licence is real, and you can read mail at the office it hangs with.
Said before the form so nobody wastes five minutes.
The tools are the reason to hang your licence with us. A broker asking to see them is not being recruited — they are shopping. Access is ours to grant, and we decline requests, including whole companies, when the request looks like a copy job rather than an agent.
There is no robot behind this form yet. A person reads every request, does the domain check by hand, and sends the code themselves — so the reply can take a day. We would rather tell you that here than have a spinner pretend otherwise.
Four fields. It goes to a person, not a queue.
A person reads every request. If the domain checks out you will get an email with a code; send the code back and you are in.
What is on the other side.