Published on 07-19-2014 06:57 PM
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It was 8:15pm. I was already :15 minutes late and things were not looking good. I slipped away from my clients to send my waiting wife a brief text, "hey baby, things are running a little long...you know how clients can be".
I had been late to 'date night' before...actually it had become my standard 'mo' (method of operation, as my wife would referred to it). As a high end property manager, my potential clients can be quite demanding and usually require a little entertaining to close the deals.
This date night, my wife and I were suppose to meet at a trendy