My Daughter Said the Resort Was Above My Status Then the General Manager Said Her Reservation Needed My Approval

and bankrupt them with a seven-dollar jar of cashews.

The clerk’s fingers flew across her keyboard. Then they stopped. She frowned slightly, leaned closer to her monitor, and read something twice.

“One moment, please.”

“Is there a problem?” Derek asked, drumming his fingers on the stone. “Because I specifically requested the lake view, and I expect it continue reading …