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By sunset, David’s office in Midtown Manhattan resembled a crime scene. IRS agents methodically packed up computers and financial records. Megan and Linda sat in the lobby, their designer bags now looking hollow against the reality of a federal investigation.
David stood helplessly as his computer was seized. “Andrew, tell me this is a mistake,” he begged.
“How?” David gasped. “I was careful.”..continue reading …
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