Mother's Day Scam: I'm the Real Hotel Owner
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On Mother's Day, I take my mom to a hotel under my company for a vacation.
We've just sat on a leather couch in the lobby for a short while when the supervisor-in-training, Jacob White, rushes over angrily and yanks us up to our feet.
"This couch is meant for the guests who have applied for a VIP membership in this hotel! For broke tourists like you, you're welcome to stay in a cheap motel! Don't leech off the cool air generated by our air conditioners here!"
My brows are knotted into a frown instantly. I'm about to declare my identity when Jacob shows me a bill and demands that I pay 1,500 dollars for a meal here.
My expression goes dark immediately. "We've just arrived at the hotel, a