I was tracing the path to the platinum room above. Every fibre of my being hummed with anticipation as I strode towards the twin staircases.
Reaching the top two imposing figures flanked the ascent, their black tuxedos blending seamlessly with the surroundings.
Shining black glasses masked their eyes, but I felt the weight of their scrutiny as I approached. With a practised flick of my wrist, I presented the Platinum ticket to the two.
"Platinum access, eh?" One of the guards, a woman with a voice like polished steel, tilted her head, assessing me. "Don't look like a platinum holder. You sure you're in the right place, buddy?"
"I'm precisely where I need to be," I replied, my voice firm.
The other guard, a man with a scar slicing across his cheek, grunted. "Listen if this ticket is a fake we will detain you on sight" The guard took the ticket off my hands verifying it with his phone.
