Master the Hotel Business… Or Be Consumed By

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👁️ Owning a hotel is more than just opening doors.

At the Harrington Grand, past mistakes don’t just haunt the walls. They take over. Every bad decision, every ignored guest complaint, every financial misstep has left its mark.

Now it’s your turn. Run it right—or lose yourself inside it.

🔗 Read the first chapter now:

The Hotel of Secrets: Episode 1—The Stranger in the Lobby

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A hotel, they say, is more than bricks and mortar—it’s a living thing, a breathing entity with a soul of its own. And yet, as I stood in the cavernous lobby of the old Harrington Grand, I couldn’t help but feel its soul had been stripped away. The chandeliers hung lifeless, their bulbs flickering weakly, while the dust on the mahogany check-in desk whispered of a once-glorious past now long forgotten.

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I had come to this place with a singular purpose: to resurrect it. To transform the decaying husk into a thriving business once more. But that night, as the wind howled through broken windowpanes, I found myself questioning if I had bitten off more than I could chew.

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And then—he arrived.

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A man in a dark overcoat, shoulders hunched against the rain, stepped into the lobby. He held a battered leather briefcase in one hand and a water-stained envelope in the other. His eyes, sharp and knowing, locked onto mine.

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“You’re the new owner, aren’t you?” His voice was barely louder than the storm outside.

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I nodded, my curiosity piqued.

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“Then you should know,” he continued, placing the envelope on the desk between us, “the hotel business isn’t what it seems. And neither is this hotel.”

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He turned on his heel and walked out, leaving behind only the scent of damp wool and a growing sense of unease.

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With trembling fingers, I tore open the envelope. Inside was a single sheet of paper, yellowed with age. Three words had been scrawled in black ink:

“Do not open.”

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I glanced around the lobby, half-expecting some spectral figure to emerge from the shadows. But all remained still. My breath caught as I realized something—the envelope had been addressed to me… decades ago.

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Who had written it? And what was I not supposed to open?

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To be continued…

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