When the man at the reception crushed her black card under his shoe, Maya didn’t react.
She didn’t shout.
She didn’t defend herself.
She didn’t even flinch.
The marble lobby was quiet enough for everyone to hear his voice.
“Nice try,” he said loudly, smiling with contempt. “Whatever street you found this fake card on, you should go back there.”
The clerk beside him laughed nervously. “Honestly, sir, I wouldn’t even touch that thing. Who knows where it’s been.”
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