"So what do you really think of this PGM acquisition thing?" Roman asks Gerri, cornering her alone at her desk.
"My job isn't to have opinions." She doesn't meet his gaze.
"Oh come on. It's fucking nuts, right?" Spending 20 bill just to fuck liberal news in the ass?"
"If you feel that way why don't you tell your dad on this retreat?"
"Because I like my balls attached to my body. Plus he's got fucking robo-Ken telling him what a great idea it is while badmouthing it behind his back."
"Like you are right now, you mean?"
"Okay. Okay, Dad wants PGM, I'll get him PGM. Tabitha knows Naomi Pierce. Oh yeah, I've got contacts."
"Be careful, Roman."
He scoffs and is just turning to leave when she adds, "Sorry about Mo, by the way."
"What?" He turns back, ice suddenly in his stomach.
"Your dad didn't tell you? His old friend Mo, he's…"
"Oh, right. Yeah, Dad mentioned something."
"I think your dad's upset about it, although he won't show it. Mo's one of his closest friends."
"Right, yeah. I didn't know him that well." He tries to sound disinterested.
She pats him on the arm. "Let's have a morale-boosting time in Hungary."
