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Wendy stood in the manager’s office, listening to him speak to the security guard, seeing his expression.
“You know this happens!” she exclaimed. “Why do you let them onto the property?”
The manager tried to explain, distract, otherwise divert.
“No! I get it. You know these men prey on the tourists, and you don’t do anything to stop them. I am not staying here.”
The manager and security guard exchanged looks.
“I didn’t pay all this money to come to a place where every second I’m in danger! I can’t sit on the shore or enter the sea.. I want my money back.”
