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Chapter 5 - Cody
Ifrowned at the email that Donna had forwarded. Somebody with that damn app—Wes Abrams—had finally decided to do something about all the bug reports, and wanted a meeting.
As if I had time for that. The summer season was in full swing, and Donna had yet to hire a part-timer. I was racking up overtime just making sure that all our clients were happy. A meeting to discuss the app was precious minutes that were better spent doing my actual job.
I consulted the schedule, and my paper backup, then sent back a list of times that I expected to be free for a video-call. If this Wes person wanted to discuss the bug reports, then I was going to get right to the heart of the matter and be ready to show him
The faster I had either a working app, or permission to stop fucking with it while they sent programmers on a search and destroy mission, the better. It was eating into time that I didn’t have.
“Cody?”
“Yeah?” I called back to Donna.
“I just got off the phone with a new guest. Come in here so we can go over everything.”
I grabbed the company tablet and walked into her office.
“What have we got?” I asked, taking a seat.
She gave me a strained smile. “The works. It’s gonna be a pain in the ass, but I’m hoping they become a repeat client if all goes well.”
“The works?”
She sighed and leaned back in her chair. “Yeah. They’re coming in and apparently want to make a splash. They’re throwing a beach party on the night they arrive. We’ll need to set up a walkthrough time with the party planner next week when we’re between rentals, but the day of arrival has to be perfect.”
“Uh-oh.”
“Yeah. Like I said, the works. Maids and pool cleaning that morning to make sure everything is beyond spotless. Grocery delivery. Limo service from the airport. The party planner will take care of caterers and any permits for beach use, but they’re leaving the lifeguard up to us. We’ll need to get a valet service since parking will be limited and they want to impress. They also need a butler, chef, and a nanny. Plus pool time and lessons for the kids during the week.”
I whistled. ‘The works’ was an apt description.
I woke up the tablet and grimaced as I opened the ReservdIt app. But this was supposedly why they wanted us: because we offered more services for our clients.
I navigated to the calendar portion of the app, which integrated with the scheduling program we already used, and added entries as Donna went over the list for the arrival day.
I was just about to head out and call the appropriate contractors when Donna stopped me.
“Did you add the butler?”
I blinked and looked down at the tablet, where the entry for the butler was listed right after the one for the nanny. “Yeah, after the nanny.”
She frowned and looked at her computer. “I see the nanny, but not the butler.”
“Weird,” I replied. “I see it here.”
“Well it’s not here.”
I shook my head, backed out of the calendar portion of the app, then opened it again. “Hmm, now it’s gone.”
“Strange.”
“Yeah.” I growled as I added the butler a second time. “It should be there now.”
Donna shook her head. “I still don’t see it.” She paused. “You’ve been adding all the scheduler entries through the app?”
I nodded, sighed, and ran my fingers through my curls. “Almost all. Every once in a while I’d add one directly to the scheduler on my computer. But I’ve been trying to use the app.” I paused. “I guess that explains the disappearing entries.”
“Yeah, but why?”
