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

Wilson did not respond with words.

He reached out, his hand snapping forward like a whip. He grabbed a fistful of the dark gray fabric on the shoulder of Justin’s tailored suit. The motion was so fast, so utterly devoid of corporate restraint, that the two massive security guards standing on the other side of the mahogany counter both flinched.

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