"Caroline Shaw?... Huh, sounds familiar." the clerk says as she types the name into her computer and looks over the result. "Room 930. Third floor in the far Northeast wing, out back. It's got a great view, and the pool isn't far away either."
She holds out a keycard for her. Well, really, it just looks like a thin rectangular piece of glass. Just as heavy, with the same sort of edges, but oddly warm and bendable, like a plastic card.
She holds out a keycard for her. Well, really, it just looks like a thin rectangular piece of glass. Just as heavy, with the same sort of edges, but oddly warm and bendable, like a plastic card.