Gerri is sitting at her desk doing paperwork, despite being fired for the second time in a week a few hours previously. She senses Roman out of the corner of her eye and looks up to see him hovering by the glass door. He opens the door without knocking and Gerri stands up.
"What do you want?" She sounds as angry as she feels as he ambles over to face her.
"I may have been a little hasty earlier, with the firing," he says. "I thought Kendall would clean up my mess, but he's looney tunes, so…"
"If you and your brother are planning to fuck up your father's deal, then I want out. He was selling for a reason."
"Yeah, I know. Big bad tech is coming to get us." She doesn't smile. "Look, we both said things we probably didn't mean—"
"Like how I'm not good at my job?"
"Or how I'm not as good as my dad?"
"I didn't actually say that."
"Okay, look." He rubs his face. "I'm not in my right mind, okay? It's only been a few days, since Dad. I can't be held responsible for my firing decisions."
"You know I could destroy you." She's still glaring at him. "Unfair dismissal, sexual harassment—"
"Oh, we're doing that, are we?"
"I told you I wanted to keep things professional. You ruined my career."
"And in this trumped-up harassment suit, will you mention all the times you stayed on the phone to me or ordered me into your bathroom or…"
"I worked for you."
"And I had all the power?" She doesn't answer. "The truth is, you liked having me in your thrall. You knew you could do whatever you wanted to me and I would still come crawling back like a whipped slime puppy. So what was it, were you just using me for leverage against Dad? Or did you just want to feel desirable again, after Baird left you with nothing but a career to—"
Before he can finish her hand comes up and slaps him across the face. He stares at her in shock, his hand moving automatically to his struck cheek before falling away.
"Roman," she says, immediately feeling sickened at herself. "I'm sorry, I didn't—"
"It's fine," he says, stumbling backwards, his hand returning to his cheek. "I deserved it, it's okay." It's just a tooth, I'll get another one.
She watches him leave and then stumbles to sink back down behind her desk, burying her face in her hands. She lets a couple of sobs escape, then looks up to see that Roman has returned and is standing by the door again.
Whoever invented glass doors should be shot.
She gets up and slowly walks over to him, opening the door, looking anxiously at his face to see if she left a mark. "I'm sorry."
He nods. "Me too. I shouldn't have said—"
"It's okay." She steps forward and pulls him into a hug. She still hates him, she still might sue him, but she also regrets not comforting him on the boat when he asked her to.
"When does the grief stop?" he asks, and she realises that he's crying too, tears falling into her hair.
She steps back and wipes her eyes. "When you die too."