"Did you hear about your dad?"
"What? No." Roman turns to face Gerri again.
"He's okay, but he collapsed while he was with Josh and Kendall. Heat exhaustion."
"What? He collapsed?"
"He's fine. They were walking and I guess he overexerted himself."
"Fucking Kendall." Roman pulls out his phone. "He hasn't called me—"
"He called Frank."
"Trying to kill Dad, literally this time, by taking him for a lovely stroll."
"He's okay, Rome. He's with Kerry on the plane."
"Why didn't you tell me about this as soon as I came in?"
"I would have, but you were too busy asking about my date and showing me Tattoo Man photos."
Roman stops at the door and turns around. "What does this Laurie fellow have that I don't have?"
"Do you really want me to answer that?"
"Well, you could call me later and tell me how inadequate I am compared to that stallion. I'd be into that."
"I've told you I want to keep this — us — professional. You as CEO eventually, me as Chair, or visa versa. But if people think there's something going on between us—"
"Got it. Keep it on the…" He taps his nose.
"There's nothing to keep—"
"No I understand, my sexy puppet master. I'm the soul of discretion." She starts to speak again but he's already on his way to yell at Frank.