“They Threw Out a Farmer in Slippers — Five Minutes Later, One Phone Call Shut Down the Hotel”

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He paused, listening to whoever was on the other end. His expression remained neutral, almost serene.

Marcus the security guard found himself unconsciously straightening his posture, his instincts telling him that something significant was happening, though he couldn’t yet say what.

“I see,” the farmer said into the phone. “Yes, I understand. I’ll wait continue reading …