AUTHOR'S POVEleanor’s heels clicked furiously across the polished floor of the luxury hotel. She slid her black card across the counter, chin held high, though her eyes betrayed the storm raging inside her.“Declined,” the receptionist said politely.Eleanor frowned. “Run it again.”Another swipe. Another shake of the head. One by one, she handed over her cards, her voice sharpening with each failed attempt. But every single one was declined.By the time the last card was returned, her cheeks burned with humiliation. With a curt, bitter laugh, she snatched the cards back and stormed out, the curious eyes of guests and staff following her.Once outside, she leaned against her car, trembling with anger. Her hands fumbled for her phone.“Charles,” she said when he picked up. “Give me the address where you’re staying.”The shabby motel reeked of stale smoke and damp carpets. Eleanor parked her car at the front, her eyes narrowing in disgust. She remained inside, waiting.Minutes later, t
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