"Gerri!" Roman is swigging champagne when he spots legal counsel looking unusually glamorous, hair down and without her usual glasses. "You look hot. Not that you don't always, but…"
"Well, thank you." She sips her own drink. "Where's Grace?"
"Flirting with a waiter. We like to do this thing where she gives someone her number and gets him to call her later tonight while we bone."
"That's… interesting."
"Well, it's always better if it's a little bit wrong, right?" She downs her drink in response. "Are you alright, you look… flustered."
"I'm putting out fires everywhere. Kendall is worried about what your dad's gonna say in his speech, and Tom… well. I had to nip his conscience in the bud."
"Conscience about what?"
"Trust me, you don't want to know."
"I probably already do know." He points at himself. "Chief Operating Officer. I'm basically responsible for everything that happens at Waystar."
"I'd advise you not to say that in a court of law," she says drily. "It's all under control."
Cousin Greg is hovering annoyingly in the background, looking like he wants to talk to Gerri. "Greg!" Roman calls. "Stop looking at Gerri like you want her to tie you up and spank you while you call her mommy. We can all see what you're thinking. Sorry about him," he adds to Gerri, as Greg starts spluttering.
"Enjoy the rest of your night, Roman. I'll talk to you later, Greg." Gerri makes her way to the bar. Roman hands Greg his empty glass and goes to find Grace.