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

the plastic connector in the process. He tossed the master key onto the desk.

“Now the pin,” Wilson ordered.

Justin froze. His hand went up to his left lapel. Pinned to the expensive wool was a small, heavy gold emblem. The Monarch Point crest. It was a status symbol, an identifier that told the world he belonged to the elite class of this specific ecosystem.continue reading …