Taylor walked into the conference room, she was early she knew, but after Jane had left her that morning, she just wanted to get out. She hoped that Mya would be at the meeting, but also hoped the woman would find a reason not to be there. She wanted to see her, but she also didn't. She found she was not the only one that was early. Morgan, they'd briefly met the night before, sat at the head of the table, she looked like she owned the place.
"Morning," Taylor said, she sat down three chairs down from Morgan and prepared to wait.
"Morning, Taylor right?"
"Yes."
"You're Mark's kid, the one with Ava?"
"Yes."
"Not one for words, I see."
"I don't know you, and I don't know what who I am has to do with you." Taylor knew she was being a d**k, but she hated who her father and mother
