Page 42 of St. Lucia Escapades
“I liked them. They really seem to respect you.”
Cord smiled a little. “I try to do what I can to help the kids. Growing up, I would always hear or see on the news the stories of kids falling into drugs and stuff. When I moved into the neighborhood and saw how close-knit it was, I promised I would help to keep it that way. In fact, one of Rico’s cousins is my bartender at my Bronx location. He’s a good kid, well, young man.”
“You’re a good man Cord O’Brien.” Moria stated, taking his hand.
Cord squeezed her hand, then lifted it to his lips. They fell into a comfortable silence as the perused their menus. Yet Cord was unable to stop himself from sneaking glances at her. She had come downstairs in a beautiful purple halter dress that hugged her curves. Silver heeled sandals adorned her feet and that gorgeous mane of fiery hair was down and currently a section was draped over her shoulder. She looked beautiful. Of course, Cord thought she would look beautiful to him if she wore nothing but a burlap sack.
Their waiter appeared and quickly took their orders and menus. Cord reached for her hand and was about to speak, but he saw Moira stiffen and a soft gasp escaped her. Frowning, he shifted to look behind him where Moira was looking. He saw a couple a few feet away being led to their table. A moment later, Cord realized the man was looking at him and Moira. The man was dressed in an expensive looking tailored suit of navy blue. He looked to be Cord’s age with sandy blonde hair slicked back. While the man dressed for success, Cord didn’t like the look of him.
“Moira, who is that?” Cord asked.
“Th…that’s Phillip.” Moira stammered.
Cord turned when he sensed someone at their table. “Can we help you?”
Phillip ignored Cord’s question and faced Moira. “My, my. Isn’t this a coincidence.”
“And you are?” Cord demanded, not liking the affect this guy’s presence was having on Moira.
“I’m Phillip Clark. I’m the Public Relations Manager for the Mayor.” Phillip introduced, making his voice sound important.
“What do you want Phillip?” Moira asked, seeming to come back to herself.
“I just wanted come over and say hello to an old friend Moira. Is that a crime?” Phillip replied.
“From what Moira’s told me, you two aren’t friends.” Cord stated.
Phillip finally turned and fully faced Cord. Cord knew the man was sizing him up, like a butcher inspecting a cut of meat. “And you are?”
Cord rose to his full height. He towered over Phillip and took a small bit of pride when the man took half a step back. “Cord O’Brien.”
Phillip’s eyes lit up in recognition. “The owner of O’Brien’s Tap?”
“That’s right.” Cord nodded. “Now, if you would kindly return to your dinner date and leave me and Moira alone, I would greatly appreciate it.”
Phillip tugged at his suit jacket, as his eyes became glacial, “Well then, I come over to say hello to an old friend and I’m met with rudeness. Can’t say I’m surprised though. Moira here never seemed to learn how to behave in polite company. Even in DC she never could mingle with those of importance properly.”
Moira was on her feet, “How dare you. You were the one who took every opportunity to insult me when you lived in DC. Seems you’re the one who doesn’t know how to behave.”
“I suggest you walk away Mr. Clark. Now.” Cord hissed, moving to Moira’s side.
Before Phillip could retort, a voice spoke up, “Well hello Mr. O’Brien.”
Cord looked and saw the Mayor himself walk up behind Phillip. “Hello Mr. Mayor.”
Phillip’s eyes widened and he quickly spun to face his boss. “Mr. Mayor sir, I didn’t know you were here.”
“Obviously, Mr. Clark.” The Mayor said, disdain tinting his voice. “I think perhaps you and your…” the Mayor turned to study the blond woman who had accompanied Phillip. She was currently checking her makeup in a handheld mirror. “Friend, find another establishment to eat at.”
“But…but I had to wait six months for a reservation…” Phillip stuttered.
“Not my problem. You flaunt yourself over to Mr. O’Brien’s table, proceed to insult him and his charming guest. I will not stand for any of my staff to conduct themselves in this way. Leave Clark, and first thing tomorrow morning I want you in my office. Is that clear?”
“Yes sir.” Phillip answered meekly then rushed off.
“Thank you, Mr. Mayor.” Moira said, embarrassment showing.
“Ms. Donovan, you have no need to apologize. I must apologize for the rudeness of my staff member. I hope this incident will not disturb your meal.”
