“Crap. I have no idea what the access information is.” Deck said. He hung his head low and smashed some keys on the keyboard.
“Well, we kinda’ need to figure that out. Can you do a password reset?” Amy asked. She twirled a pen in her hand readying to jot down information for a trip they needed to book very, very soon.
“Tried it. It went to an email address that hasn’t existed since before we met,” Deck said, turning to face her.
“I thought our lives didn’t start until we met?” Amy teased.
“I hate to break it to you, but there were email addresses before I knew you,” Deck said.
“Can you email them for assistance?” Amy asked.
Deck began scrolling the support page. His face turned from sad annoyance to horrified in the blink of an eye.
“They say we have to call if password reset doesn’t work.” Deck did not know such a thing could exist in the modern world.
“Cancel the account. There are other suppliers. Write a really mean tweet too. This cannot stand.” Amy slammed her pen on the desk before her, pulled out her phone and opened an Expedia account. “Calling for help. That’s insane.”
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