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

“Empty your pockets!” Wilson barked, pointing a stiff finger at the mahogany counter. “Right now.”

Justin’s hands shook violently as he reached into the pockets of his charcoal trousers. He pulled out a silver money clip, a tube of expensive lip balm, and a set of personal car keys. He set them down on the desk with a humiliating, chaotic clatter.

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