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May 16 7:50 p.m.Amanda sat behind the wheel of her Lexus, watching as Brian’s Roadster emerged from his office’s parking structure. The Roadster moved through downtown as fast as traffic would allow. She followed a few cars behind, keeping him in sight. A few blocks later he pulled into a parking structure and Amanda felt immediate relief when she saw his destination. She knew that the stodgy Waterman Club was a hangout for the rich; a place where big deals were consummated by old white guys. It was a “members only” world where plans were made, and old money was invested; women and minorities need not apply. It didn’t matter that this was a creepy club for the gathering of some unspoken aristocracy, Amanda was smiling because her husband was chasing some kind of a business deal and
