“Right. Because you’re managing this whole thing to save your bacon.”
“No. Well, yes, but also because I care. My VP is also putting heavy
pressure on me to get this done and get the word out. Bacon, bah-can
though, right?” She drew out the second word, similar to the tomato/tom-
ah-toe argument.
Taylor wasn’t going to stick around and argue. She might have wanted
to give Christina a hard time, since she wasn’t exactly happy with how
she’d got the funding and why the company had a change of heart, but
Christina’s little speech about how much work there was to get done was
like a kick in the pants. In a good way. Taylor knew that she wasn’t going to
quit on her dream now. It was too important.
She might not like certain aspects of the process. She might not really
even like Christina as a person— although that was undecided, because the
lingering bitterness Taylor felt towards the other woman wasn’t justified
since she was just trying to do her job, not reject Taylor herself.
Taylor didn’t like that someone else was basically half in control of
her idea and the direction and shape it took, but at the same time, maybe
that wasn’t such a bad thing. Having someone there to help with the
overwhelming details would only ensure that the business succeeded.
Taylor might not like it, but she had to admit that she was only one person
and she could use the help.
“You’ll approve it then?” Taylor asked.
Christina nodded. “Yes. I think it’s perfect. Although, you might want to
negotiate on the price. I think there’s some wiggle room in there.”
“Really?” Taylor asked. She realized she should have just kept her
mouth shut, like she already knew that, but Christina didn’t rub it in her
face.
“I think they’d shave off at least forty thousand, based on the fact that
it’s been on the market for a while. I wouldn’t go much lower, because you
don’t want to insult anyone or have them think you’re just lowballing and