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Keep Your Mouth Shut
From a woman's perspectiveI was standing on the roof of the Esplanade Building, just outside the elevator. My hair was whipping Sarah in the face, a result of the high winds we were getting that night. She laughed and I laughed back, careful not to spill my Fuzzy Navel in the process. I was having a great time. This was far better than any of the other lame parties my husband had dragged me to.I was “a wife”, a spouse of one of the most powerful brokers who worked at Rodgers Holdings, LLC. We...