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I drove six hours to check into my new luxury resort, only for the front desk clerk to toss a keycard at my feet.

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shoe scraping loudly against the floorboards. The smug superiority that had defined his posture for the last fifteen minutes began to fracture. He looked at his General Manager, genuinely struggling to comprehend the aggression radiating toward him.

“Mr. Wilson?” Justin whispered. His voice was thin, completely stripped of its theatrical projection.continue reading …

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