The agent\u2019s expression changed as she typed more quickly into her computer. After a moment, she looked up and said, \u201cMa\u2019am, I see your account. These bookings are tied to your primary authorization.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s correct,\u201d I replied calmly. Before the agent could continue, Vanessa let out a short, dismissive laugh. \u201cSo what?\u201d she said. \u201cYou\u2019re canceling everything because you\u2019re upset?\u201d<\/p>\n
I leaned slightly forward and met her gaze. \u201cI\u2019m not upset,\u201d I said. \u201cI\u2019m done.\u201d The words felt heavier than I expected, carrying years of frustration and disappointment in a single sentence.<\/p>\n
For a moment, even the noise of the terminal seemed to fade into the background. The agent glanced between us before asking, \u201cDo you want all travel reservations suspended immediately?\u201d<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t look at Vanessa, Derek, or Emily when I answered. \u201cYes.\u201d The agent nodded and pressed a key. Behind me, Vanessa\u2019s expression tightened with disbelief, while Derek\u2019s confident smirk finally disappeared.<\/p>\n
Emily took a hesitant step forward, then stopped as if she no longer knew what to say. Somewhere in the system, every reservation I had been paying for vanished with a single command. In that moment, I understood something clearly: they hadn\u2019t taken my trip\u2014they had simply shown me how to stop funding theirs.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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