Overlimit Skill Holder Novels & Stories

She became curious about the set menu that she could not finish in one go. "Who bought this?" Curious, Maureen checked the room service menu book and found no one there. It couldn't have been Serena. Even if it was charged to her credit card, Maureen's limit had already been exhausted to the point of needing to carry Matthew's card without authorization. Although it was a black card, the local bank's output was only a regular credit card with a large limit that was still affordable. "I don't know. It was just delivered by the service department, and then ... there was this. I haven't opened it yet." Serena shifted the black leather bill holder on the trolley to near Maureen.

"Honey. That's not a crush. That's a biblical plague. You're going to need more than a dress." She reaches into her purse and pulls out a small black card. No logo. Just a silver serial number. "Marguerite's brother owns Lux. I told her my friend needed a favor. This gets you into the VIP suite — the one with the private entrance and the full bar. The one where the players take their... guests." I look at the card in my hand. Same weight as the one I stole from Callum's nightstand. Same matte finish. Same silver numbers. I have two now. Insurance.