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

stopped. His hand hovered three inches from my gray cashmere sweater. He turned his head, looking back at his boss in confusion.

Wilson finally forced his legs to move. He stumbled forward, his polished stride completely shattered. He practically shoved his way past Marcus, the second guard, his arms waving in a frantic, disjointed motion.

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