"So, good news." Roman sits on the edge of Gerri's desk, pushing a file to the floor. "No one's going to jail. Money wins."
"Yeah, it's great." She's busy typing on her laptop.
"Typical Kenny, overpromising and barely delivering. I'm thinking of going to his public nervous breakdown tonight."
"The birthday party?" She stops, looking up.
"Hmm mmm. You think I should go? Matsson might be there, could be a good opportunity for some corporate…" He mimes a hand job.
"It's okay if you want to see your brother, Roman."
"Oh, fuck no. That's not what this is. It's just… Will Dad be mad at me if I go?"
She smiles slightly. "He's in a pretty good mood at the moment."
"Because he's nailing Kerry, you mean?"
"That and the news from the DOJ."
"It's fucking gross," he mutters. "He's like 50 years older than her." She raises an eyebrow at him. "Oh come on, we're like 25 years apart max. How old are you anyway?"
"Why don't you save some of that charm for the party tonight? You're right, could be a good chance to get in with Matsson."
"You wanna come with? I don't think Shiv's going."
"I'm not invited."
"Come as my plus one. You're a family friend. I hear Ken's gonna nail himself to a cross at the end."
"Sounds fun, but I have work to do."
He slides off the desk. "So, uh, was Laurie your contact at the DOJ?"
"Does it matter?"
"It's just, if you don't want to witness Ken's crucifixion, I might ask Tabitha if she wants to come as my date."
"Uh huh."
"Would you mind? You're dating, I'm dating…"
"Why would I mind? If you're trying to make me jealous…"
"Is it working? Are you and Tabs gonna have a catfight? Can I watch?" He bounces up and down on his heels.
She turns back to her work. "Have a good party, Roman."