They Booked Their Reunion At My Hotel
Language: en
Ten years after being kicked out of the high school group chat, someone added me back. The group name had changed to "Sophomore Class 3 Tenth Anniversary Reunion." I scrolled through the chat history. Novak, the class president, had posted: "The reunion location is set: The Haven Hotel, a new five-star place in town." Below it, a string of replies: "So fancy," "Can't wait." Claire posted a voice message. I tapped to play it. Her familiar voice, laced with a hint of pride, chimed: "I know someone at the hotel; they gave our class an insider's rate. Only fifty-eight dollars a person." I…