The syllables sounded like music.
 
 There was no electric shock at the touch of those tapered, unadorned
 
 fingers, but Christina did feel something. She was used to feeling absolutely
 
 nothing when it came to clients, so something was quite a big deal. The
 
 nails were cut short and filed neatly but had no polish. Taylor didn’t wear
 
 an
 
 y rings. She hadn’t embellished her outfit with any jewelry at all. She did
 
 still have in the same gold studs that Christina noticed on Friday night at the
 
 benefit.
 
 Christina dropped Taylor’s hand, ignoring how the feeling of
 
 warmth seemed to linger in her palm long after it should have. “If you want
 
 to follow me back to the boardroom, we can get started.”
 
 Taylor silently followed, her heels clicking at first on the tiled floor,
 
 and shuffling on the carpet. Christina let Taylor go first and shut the door
 
 behind them quickly before she had the opportunity to take a hard look at
 
 Taylor from the back. She was late enough. She needed to focus. Maybe she
 
 could shave a few minutes off this meeting and be on time for the next one.
 
 The boardroom had no windows since it was in the middle of the
 
 office. There was a whiteboard on the far wall and a projector screen at the
 
 end. The projector stood mounted in the middle of the square oak
 
 boardroom table. The chairs around it were new, the black leather still crisp.
 
 Christina pulled out a chair on the left side and spread out her
 
 things. Taylor looked around nervously, but then took the seat across the
 
 table. Her eyes flitted to the projector, then to the screen, then back to
 
 Christina.
 
 “I— um— I— didn’t make a presentation or anything. I just— I
 
 typed everything out.” She whipped a stack of papers out from the purse
 
 she’d set under the table. Her motions were too fast and since she hadn’t
 
 used a stapler, the pages went flying all over the table. “Oh! Crap!” Taylor
 
 scrambled to gather everything while Christina sat there watching.