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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Justin didn’t look at the computer. He didn’t touch the keyboard.

Instead, he looked down at my ID. He reached out with two manicured fingers, placed them on the top edge of the plastic card, and slowly pushed it back across the counter until it hovered just over the edge, near my stomach.

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