After impressively telling the bank to fuck off, Kendall opens a bottle of champagne to celebrate with COO and General Counsel.
"To the end of the debt problem!" says Roman, clinking.
"We're not out of the woods yet," Gerri warns. "We still have to repay."
"Whatever. We should celebrate properly. Nightclub? Strip club?"
"I'm taking Rava out to dinner tonight," says Kendall.
"Hope you get laid, dude, you've earned it. You'll celebrate with me, right Ger?"
"Why don't you celebrate with your girlfriend?" Gerri suggests, sipping her drink.
"I better go." Kendall looks at his watch, putting his glass down. "Love you guys." He pulls both of them into a hug, unusually buoyant. "I couldn't have done it without you."
"Be sure to tell Dad that when he hears how you saved the company," Roman says. Privately, Gerri thinks Logan won't be too happy about Kendall selling off part of the company to his old cocaine buddy, but the alternative was worse. The bank's terms were draconian and she merely advised. She has plausible deniability, if it comes to that.
With Kendall gone, Roman and Gerri finish sipping their champagne, Roman wincing exaggeratedly as he sits back down.
"What's up?" she asks.
"My back has been fucked all week. Will you help me sue my personal trainer?"
"It didn't seem too bad when you were parading around with your shirt off."
"So you were looking?" He smiles, looking pleased with himself as he takes his shoes off. "Gerri, this workplace flirtation is getting too much. I'm gonna have to speak to Kendall about you."
"I'm going home." She puts her glass down. "Hope your back feels better."
"You sure you don't wanna come for a drink? I won't tell Grace if you won't…"
"Maybe another night."
"Fine. I'll go see Dad, tell him the good news."
"Uh huh. Break it to him gently. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Night, Ger."