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

he threw the keycard at my feet. I kept my face entirely blank, a mask of cold, unyielding stone. I didn’t smile. I didn’t gloat. I just watched him.

The heavy, frosted glass doors at the far end of the lobby hummed as the automatic sensors triggered. The doors slid open, letting in a rush of cold, salty ocean air.

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