(i) Harvey: "The Crossover."

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(i) Harvey: "The Crossover."

"Woah

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"Woah." Craning my neck as far it went, eyes wide and jaw hanging open in uncontrollable awe, I gawped at the pristine hotel lobby that brought one word to mind at first glance.

Expensive as fuck.

Yeah, okay, that was actually three words, but still.

Damn.

Never before had the sheer difference in our lifestyles been so glaringly obvious. At that moment, it occurred to me just how different the other half of the society lived. Considering my stubborn protests whenever Gideon had tried to do anything over the top—such as taking his private jet instead of the perfectly fine first class in any commercial airline like normal rich people—I knew that this hotel wasn't actually the most expensive thing around. That this was way cheaper and would only be considered as a sub-standard middle class establishment in my friends' eyes—Gideon's words, not mine—but fuck, more than $500 for one freaking night was hella expensive in my civilian opinion.

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