mind, or she didn’t know as much as she let on. It left Christina to wonder
how anyone could accurately assess risk for funding when they didn’t know
the ins and outs of the actual business side of things. “Yes, well, please let
me know.”
“I will.” Christina hadn’t known much about managing a project like
this either, but she knew enough from sitting through proposal after
proposal and pitch after pitch, from reading through file after file and
assessing business models, and plans, that she’d had to do fairly minimal
research when it came to helping Taylor out with her project.
“Thank you.” Michelle left Christina to finish packing her things into
her tote. She grabbed her water bottle from behind her desk and looped the
silver clasp through her purse strap. She hefted everything onto her
shoulder and walked out of the office.
It was warm outside. The sun was out, and it was almost hard for her to
believe that this was the first week of October. New York could be quite
cold in the fall. Blustery snow squalls weren’t unheard of. That was one
thing that Christina wasn’t going to miss. The
cold weather. She thought it
might be strange having a brown Christmas, but she was sure she’d get over
that. She’d never liked the holiday much anyway.
Once she jumped in her car, Christina turned her thoughts away from
how she was going to let her dad and brothers down by telling them she
wasn’t coming home for the holidays because she was too busy with work
— even if she wasn’t, she was going to tell them she was— back to the
building that she was going to check out with Taylor.
Taylor had approved the changes to her business model on the first go-
round. Just about everyone had pitched in to fine tune it and Taylor was
more than impressed. She waited patiently for her funding. Up until then,
Christina had settled for calling and emailing. It struck her that Taylor
didn’t really like her, though she wasn’t sure why.