“Mr. Conrahan, Mr. Conrahan! Such a pleasure to see you back! Please, come right this way,” he said with a broad smile, not even bothering to check whether we had a booking or not. Instead, we were being ushered right through the restaurant to one of the prime tables in the window, much to the disgruntlement of two groups waiting by the booking desk.
“Hey, how’s it going, Isaac?” Mason replied, clapping the smaller man on the shoulder. “Your kid doing okay in basic?”
The maître d’ beamed. “She’s loving it. And we can’t thank you enough for the recommendation and support. Without you guys she wouldn’t have gotten such a good placement, not with us being beta.”
“Yeah,” Mason sympathized. “It’s an old boy’s club. Family names and all that.”
I hung back, listening to the conversation. It d
