An Eleven-Month Paper Trail Revealed Where Eighteen Thousand Dollars Had Really Gone
I adjusted my silver wristwatch on my arm and looked down at the blank ledger page on the table.
“Which front desk are you standing at, Mark?”
“The Grand Oak Resort,” he said, laughing with that easy, practiced warmth he used on parents at school board meetings.
“We pulled in an hour ago.
The gal behind the desk just needs you to confirm the account details so we can finish checking into the suites.”
“I’m looking at the account portal right now,” I said.
“Great, so just tap the approval button or read her the security PIN,” he said.
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