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“I love Blue Bayou,” Mrs. Morgan exults. “A few of my friends and I like to go and play the slots. It’s nice that you’ve kept the drinks complimentary. If I’m going to be playing with my money the least you can do is give me a free drink. It’s sad how some of the other casinos in the area have changed with that. The prices they charge are ridiculous.”
“Yes, it is ma’am which is why I like to keep things the way casinos back in the day used to run. Free drinks and lots of perks to your comp card.”
She giggles. “Speaking of that, it’s time for me to redeem my points. I think I’ll make dinner reservations at your Bourbon Bisto for me and Clinton. The crabcakes there are simply delicious.”
“Thank you, ma’am but save your points. I’ll give the maître de your names, and you will have a guaranteed table anytime you wish to go,” I offer.
“That is sweet of you, Domencio,” she returns.
Suck up, Sydney murmurs under her breath.
“What was that, Sydney?” Mr. Morgan questions.
She sits straighter in her chair, replying, “Oh, nothing daddy. I was just saying I wish Jaden would hurry up because I’m starving.”
“She’ll be back soon. We know the menu like the back of our hands, so let’s give Domencio and Batista time to look it over,” he says before speaking to me. “Domencio, if you met Sydney at your casino, then she must’ve been putting a hurting on your tables. I taught her how to play Blackjack and Poker and as a proud father, I know she could beat some of the best players in Vegas.”
I chuckle quickly side eyeing Sydney before focusing back on Mr. Morgan. “Indeed, she was, sir. Sydney literally killed the other player. He clearly underestimated her skills.”
I grimace when there’s a sharp kick to the side of my leg. I turn towards Sydney who pays me no mind as she tells Mr. Morgan, “I did all right, daddy.”
All right my ass, I wanted to say but held it in. Apparently, Mr. Morgan doesn’t know she graduated from the ten-dollar bets to the ten thousand dollar buy-in games.
“What the hell are they doing here?” a voice sneers, getting everyone’s attention. It’s Booker, Sydney’s assistant.
“Boy, watch your mouth. It’s Sunday,” Mrs. Morgan scolds.
“Exactly,” Mr. Morgan co-signs. “I asked them to eat with us when I found out Domencio’s father and I used to be business acquaintances. He was just telling us how good Sydney did last night at his casino.”
Booker whips his head towards Sydney. “Is that so?”
Mr. Morgan nods. “It is. Sydney said she did all right. I know you were probably there with her nephew, so how did she really do?”
Wait, did he just say nephew? So, Booker is Sydney’s cousin, not her assistant. Wow, the shit I’m learning today about Ms. Sydney Morgan and her family.
He glances at Sydney who tilts her head to the side, then rests her chin on her palm. I guess they did some type of telecommunication amongst themselves, because Booker replies, “She could’ve done better in my opinion, but we were just playing for fun.”
“I’m sure she could have. Go take a seat nephew,” Mr. Morgan states, pointing to the empty chair next to Mrs. Morgan.
Booker moves his eyes from me then Batista as he goes around the table and takes his seat. “So, Uncle Clinton, how were you and his daddy business associates?”
“Tommaso, Domenico’s father, was one of the first, should I say,investorsto help me and your daddy take over Cooper Road,” Mr. Morgan informs.
“Are you all ready to order?” Jaden asks. I’m glad she showed up when she did because Booker looked like he had more questions.
“Rachel, do you know what you’re gonna have?” Mr. Morgan inquires.
“I’ll have the usual,” Mrs. Morgan replies.
“Make mine the same,” Mr. Morgan tells Jaden.
As she jots down their order, she asks Sydney, “And for you, Sydney?”
“Let me get the fried pork chops with the mixed collard and turnip greens, macaroni and cheese, and cornbread,” she returns.
“The greens are really good today,” Jaden praises.
“They should be, it’s my momma’s recipe,” Mr. Morgan boasts.
