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of my new corporate job with a hair product compa

nce room in Vegas. As part of my training, I'll observe three more-in Denv

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involved with a mob boss. I should've known better. Not only has he

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and a table. "Sit," the woman commands. Her chair scrapes the floor

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asking me or

at the woman a

tax returns from the past twelve years. I have both state and fed

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eally that terrible at what you do that n

arms across my

ter answer is that you have been

a year? Not enough to pay taxes on them, I can tell you that. Did you happen

nterest and penalties. Then there are the legal ramifications

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oubt your new employer is going to keep you on when

into my arms where they

course, you choo

too many cop shows to not guess ex

ormation on Bobby Ma