📅 Day-10 🎯 Earn the golden key A close friend had told Megan about the club weeks ago. "It's not what you're thinking," he'd said. "It's exclusive, sure, but that's not the point. People go there because they can be themselves. Artists, entrepreneurs, collectors, performers—every kind of interest has a place there." The description stayed with her. Now, standing outside an elegant brick building on a quiet street, she wondered if coming had been a mistake. There was no bright sign or crowd waiting outside. Just a brass plaque beside a dark wooden door. After giving her name to the attendant, she stepped inside. The interior was beautiful. Soft lighting reflected off polished wood and modern artwork. Several lounges branched off from a central hall. One room held a lively discussion around a fireplace. Another featured live jazz. Farther down the corridor stood a gallery filled with paintings and sculptures. Everyone seemed comfortable. Everyone except her. Megan moved slowly through the main hall, offering polite smiles while trying not to appear lost. She paused near a staircase and studied a directory mounted on the wall. "So, first visit?" She turned toward the voice. A man stood nearby, professionally dressed but completely at ease. "Is it that obvious?" she asked with a nervous laugh. "A little." She smiled. "I was hoping I looked more confident." "Most first-time guests say the same thing." "And how do I look?" "Like someone trying to figure out where ten different conversations are happening at once." She laughed. "That's fair." The man extended his hand. "I'm the owner Guest." Her eyebrows rose. "The owner?" "One advantage of the job is noticing when someone could use a little help." Megan shook his hand. "Then you've definitely noticed the right person." "What brought you here?" "A friend recommended it." "Sounds like a good friend." She glanced around the bustling club. "I'll admit, it's a little overwhelming." "That's because you're trying to see everything." "And what should I be doing?" Guest smiled. "Finding one thing that interests you." For the first time since arriving, Megan relaxed. Maybe she didn't need to understand the entire club tonight. Maybe she just needed a starting point. "Okay," she said. "Where would you suggest I begin?" Guest gestured toward a nearby lounge. "That depends." "On what?" Guest smiled. "Tell me what you're curious about." As Megan looked around again, the club felt a little less intimidating. What had seemed overwhelming a few minutes earlier now felt full of possibilities, and for the first time that evening, she was genuinely excited to see what happened next. Show me Guest