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 had decided what I was worth the second I walked through the doors, and nothing I said was going to change his mind.

“You haven’t even typed my name in,” I stated, staring directly into his eyes.

“Because I don’t have to,” Justin shot back. He reached down below the counter, opening a small drawer. He pulled out a stack of blank, white plastic room continue reading …