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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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the General Manager was rushing forward to personally handle the hostile trespasser.

“It’s alright, Mr. Wilson, I have the situation under control,” Justin said smoothly, puffing his chest out, adjusting the lapels of his charcoal suit. “I’ve already secured the desk. I made sure she couldn’t access any guest information. We just need Frank and Marcus continue reading …

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