Cellie's POV
Diana's face when I came back out was the face of a woman who had expected a different outcome and was recalculating.
The other girls had rearranged themselves along the bar with varying degrees of casual that convinced nobody, and the early customers had gone back to their drinks with the relieved energy of people who had decided the entertainment portion of the morning was over. Julietta was polishing glasses at the far end with the expression of someone who had wanted a scene and had not gotten one and was processing the disappointment.
I picked up my tray.
"Well?" Diana said, low enough not to carry.
"We're keeping our jobs," I said. "The bar is under new management but our positions are the same. Nothing changes for anyone here except the name on the ownership paperwork."
Diana absorbed this. "And you're okay with that."
