Back at JD Records the room was still on a stand still unable to process what they were seeing.
The room did not celebrate immediately.
Which was the strange thing.
Only minutes ago, champagne had spilled across the table. Plastic cups had been raised to celebrate the Lunch. Wayne had laughed until his exhaustion turned him hoarse. Alice had wiped the corner of her eyes with the heel of her hand and pretended she was only clearing mascara. Ulrich had slapped the table hard enough to make the bottle jump, and Valerie, calm, composed Valerie, had leaned back in her chair with the expression of a woman who had watched a storm pass without destroying the house she built.
