Chapter 11
Kaylee breezed into work with a wave for Mark as she passed through the lobby. She was feeling ten feet tall today, and she couldn’t keep the smile off her face. It was clichéd, but she felt like she was walking on air. Things were looking way, way up.
She had gotten good grades in this course, and her reports from Freddie had been glowing. Her mentor respected her and her opinion and gave her creative freedom but also balanced that with constructive criticism and instructional conversation. That her mentor had become her friend made work more enjoyable. And after last night, well, the possibilities were endless.
It wasn’t every day a young black woman from the slums succeeded in clawing her way out of poverty, but Kaylee’s gut instinct was screaming at her that she was final
