Griffin McLoughlin sat and stared out the window as the rain fell, the drumming of the fingers of his right hand on the desk top keeping rhythm with the pelting of the raindrops on the glass of the window. To the other two in the room, Griffin may of appeared deep in thought, but in actuality, it was the rhythmic tapping of his fingers that was helping him to keep his temper in check. Griffin was not a happy man at the moment, and the reason for his not being happy was sitting on the other side of the large mahogany desk. Griffin purposely looked past the man sitting in front of his desk and cast his eyes on his business partner Ms. O'Doherty, her eyes that were normally alluring, were now narrowed and expressed contempt, her long toned legs were tucked up underneath her as she sat, leg muscles taunt, Griffin had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from grinning, she looked to him like a cat, just seconds away from pouncing on an unsuspecting prey.
Their eyes met for a brief moment, Griffin shook his head back and forth slightly, Ms. O'Doherty acknowledged his meaning by letting her full lips turn into a frown, but she relaxed her enticing form and sat back in the chair, though compliant with her Boss's gesture of NO, the glare of her eyes toward the other man in the room spoke her true feelings towards him. With Ms. O'Doherty subdued for the moment, Griffin now turned his gaze to the man sitting in front of his desk, early 40's, well groomed, distinguished, a typical Politician with delusions that his status and position as a member of Parliament put him up and beyond reproach by people like Griffin and his kind that controlled and ran the dark side of Dublin's less then legal side of socially acceptable activities. Griffin forced himself to pause a moment, the impulse to reach out and backhand the smug look from the Councillor's face overpowering. Griffin composed himself then began to speak, his voice low and deep, his tone controlled, but conveying his displeasure.
"I've told you once already, have I not, that your not to be slapping around me girls...have I not said to you to take your kinks elsewhere, if'n your going to do that, have I not?". the Councillor looked as if about to speak, but Griffin cut him off with a raised hand, "Save your balarny for the speeches...now what am I to do?, no one wants to pay for a girl with bruises about her face, Doc says she'll be a month least before shes healed...that's a month of no profit all because your a sick bastard, I told you before, I run a class operation, you wanna be slapping girls around then go find yourself some whore off the street, your fucking lucky I don't lock you alone in a room with Ms. O'Doherty for ten minutes, I promise you, you'll not be wanting to slap any of me girls ever again...Now this is what your to do, you'll pay me girl Caitlyns medical expenses, and you'll provide for her living expenses till she's healed up, and you'll not set foot in me place till you've done so, do I make meself clear Councillor?".
Councillor Bailey cast a wary glance at the blonde haired female sitting to his right as the indignation at being talked to in such fashion took hold of his tongue, he shivered unconsciously at the way she glared back at him without blinking then turned his attention back to the man behind the desk, "Whom the hell do you think you are?, I'm a member of Parliament for christsakes, I'll have the Chief Prosecution Solicitor all over your arse you sonofabitch, I'll not be talked to like this, and certainly not by the likes of you", he finished saying with an aire of bravado in his voice. Griffin calmly looked at the Councillor biting his tongue as his anger seethed to the boiling point, after a moment he spoke again, his tone of voice even deeper,
"Its a game of hardball you want to be playing eh?...go ahead call the Solicitor on me, he'll shut me place up, what...three, four months?...in the meantime I'll ruin your political career Councillor, wasn't it your Wife's Father's money that got you on the seat in Parliament?, what you thinks gonna happen to that money when he gets a tip you been whoring around on his Daughter eh?...I got records and the transactions of every visit and whom you were with...think his Daughter still gonna be the dutiful lil' Wife when she finds out what you really been doing on those supposed late night meetings?, now get out of me office, I'll have Ms. O'Doherty send over the bill and it best be paid by weeks end Councillor, now get out".
After the Councillor made his retreat, Griffin sat back in his chair, shook his then glared at Ms. O'Doherty as she made a disgruntled sigh, he growled at her menacingly, "Something you'd like to add?". "ME, as in your girls is it now ?", she queried with a smartass inflection tone in her voice, Griffin took another sip from the glass and smirked, returning her smartass tone with his own, "What's mine is mine, and what's yours is mine, now get me another drink then go see that the girls are ready for tonite, some of the boy's from the "Family" will be here tonight". then smiled to himself as she made a huffed exasperation, tossed a cushion that sailed over his head as she rose to her feet, uttered a hissed, "Your legs ain't broke, and I'm not your maid, so get your own drink Asshole", under her breath and strode for the door. Griffin chuckled, then shot back,"Not gonna make Secretary of the year with that attitude, sweetness", he blew her a kiss just as she turned and shot him the finger before closing the door behind her.
