Fee's expression shifted rapidly over the time it took the other woman to approach the bar. First, her brow furrowed as the woman kept walking toward the bar, then lifted as she spoke. Veilleux. By the time the woman got around to asking her name, her head was canted to one side.
"Jules is married?" she asked incredulously. She guessed it made sense; people got married. But he hadn't, at any point she could remember, mentioned being married, or, way more importantly, that he had a co-owner, which meant that Fee had another boss, who she'd never met, and had never interviewed with. Pointing the knife she'd been cutting limes with at Ariana -- uptown name for an uptown lady, she guessed -- as though it were her finger, she arched a brow.
"So if you're the co-owner, and my boss and everything, where've you been the past month? And why didn't Jules mention you?"