Maya checked her watch.
11:52 PM.
Eight minutes before a video call with Tokyo.
Eight minutes before closing a deal worth hundreds of millions.
“I don’t need your opinion,” Maya said evenly. “I need my room.”
The manager laughed.
“I’ve worked hospitality for years. I can spot a fraud instantly. The clothes. The bag. The attitude. You don’t belong here.”
The clerk added, “Should we call security?”
“Absolutely,” he said. “And maybe the police.”
The word police echoed in the lobby.
Maya bent down, picked up her card from the floor, and slipped it back into her bag.
“Have you ever been insulted in a place you owned?” she asked quietly.
No one answered.
Security arrived moments later.
A tall man in uniform approached, scanning the situation.
“What’s going on?” he asked.
“She’s trying to scam her way into the penthouse,” the manager said confidently. “Fake documents. Fake card.”
The guard looked at Maya.
“Ma’am, I’ll need you to step aside.”
Before she moved, Maya spoke.
“Before you touch me,” she said calmly, “check your employee handbook. Section 14.3.”
The guard paused.
The manager rolled his eyes. “She’s bluffing.”
But the guard pulled out his phone anyway.
His face changed.
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