"I hear you're going to the wedding," Roman says, pulling Gerri aside after the latest GoJo borefest.
"Yes. Your mom asked, and I said yes."
"You bringing a plus one?"
"Yes, Laurie. What about you?"
Roman waves this question away. "I had Rat-fucker Sam look into this Munion chap."
Gerri sighs. "And?"
"He's got four kids already. Possibly more."
"That's the worst he could find?"
"I don't trust him," says Roman feebly. He had phoned his mother to bawl her out for not telling him about the wedding, and got the well if you had been here at Christmas dah-ling spiel.
"If your mother's happy…"
"Oh yeah, right. Mummy is notoriously happy." Roman quirks his lips into a twisted smile.
"You should be focusing on the GoJo deal."
"Yeah, I've kind of lost interest, to be honest." She rolls her eyes. "It was fun getting the deal, but now it's all meetings and terms and blah."
"That's the job. I'm a little worried about Matsson's tweets."
"It's fine. He's just being edgy."
"You're friends with him, right?"
"Well, I wouldn't say he's my best friend, that's you obviously, but he did take a giant piss on our slow streaming app in front of me."
"Can you get him to dial back his social media? Make sure he doesn't say anything crazy to tarnish the brand?"
"Sure. I can do that. Just promise me a dance at my mom's wedding?"
"Absolutely not." She leaves him hanging as she walks back to her office. He wonders how he can recapture her attention.