disappointment.
 
 A sandwich wasn’t going to fix that.
 
 Chapter 6
 
 Taylor
 
 Taylor was no stranger to disappointment, but the beat down her idea
 
 took that afternoon stuck with her for hours after she’d left. She was so
 
 surprised when she’d looked up to find the very same, stunning woman
 
 with the raven hair and the piercing blue eyes from the disastrous function.
 
 She’d looked at Taylor sympathetically that night, and Taylor’s hopes rose,
 
 thinking that maybe she’d be receptive to her idea.
 
 She thought that she’d put something incredible together. She thought
 
 her business model was sound. That her ideas were well developed. She’d
 
 spent hours and hours putting that work together. She didn’t have a printer,
 
 so she’d had to get a copy shop to print it out for her. She’d never even
 
 thought to put together a visual presentation. She was so worried about not
 
 having something appropriate to wear that she’d spent another full
 
 afternoon at several thrift stores, trying to put together an outfit. She’d even
 
 worn heels and she hated heels with a passion.
 
 All for nothing.
 
 Her idea had been shot down with a single frosty glance. Christina was
 
 condescending. She wasn’t trying to help Taylor. She’d basically just sat
 
 there and mocked her in a not so obvious sort of way. Christina with her
 
 effortless beauty. Christina with her expensive clothing. Her skirt and blazer
 
 were coordinated. They were a set. They were immaculate, probably fresh
 
 from the dry-cleaners. They’d likely cost more than Taylor had left in her
 
 savings account.
 
 Christina’s shoes with the designer emblems flashing on the backs
 
 definitely were worth far more than Taylor made at her old job over several
 
 months. Christina was successful. She either came from money or she made
 
 a butt pile of it shooting down good ideas and approving the ones that were