The isn't-Logan-Roy-awesome celebrations are well underway. Tabitha is busy mingling as Roman sidles over to Gerri. "Hey, quick business question."
"Sure, what's up?" She doesn't take her eyes off her phone.
"Did you ever, like, fuck my dad? Hypothetically speaking."
She finally looks up. "What?"
"We were just talking, the four of us, about the women in Dad's life, and how Rhea is the new thing, and Ken said that you were the new thing once."
"So?"
"So, I'm just wondering. Did you?"
"Would it matter if I had?" she asks. "Would you not want to marry me any more?"
"Oh, hardy ha. That was a joke." He swallows hard.
"Roman, I have a lot to deal with right now. The cruises scandal is about to break. I don't have time for your petty jealousies."
"I'm not jealous," he stresses. "I just wanna know. But if you won't tell me…"
"No, Roman, I never slept with your father. Do you think he would have kept me around for 30 years and made me your sister's godmother if I had?"
"Okay." He breathes out. "Good to know. I mean, you just killed a perfectly good Oedipal fantasy, but…"
"Listen, Roman." She leans in. "Whoever the next CEO is, they're gonna get crucified. You need to stop trying to kill Rhea. She could be the perfect scapegoat."
"Okay. Good to know." Gerri nods and walks away from him.