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

to insulate its guests from the outside world, a sanctuary where status was the only currency that mattered.

I had driven up alone, unannounced. My firm’s transition team wouldn’t arrive until Monday to begin the formal handover with management. I just wanted forty-eight hours to sleep, to hear the ocean, and to walk the grounds of the property I now continue reading …