Gerri walks out of the Waystar, or whatever it is now, building after her meeting with Tom. He had basically begged her to stay on, offering her anything she wanted to remain as General Counsel. She had been planning to retire on the huge settlement she got, but this is better. She can keep doing the job she loves, for an obscene amount of money, without having to work for the Roys (Tom doesn't count).
She should feel happy. She's won. Let the fucking Tom and Gerri show commence.
She's still thinking about the photo she received during her talk with Tom, of a martini just how she likes it.
Once she's in the back of her car being driven home, she takes her phone out and replies Since when do you drink martinis?
I don't, he replies almost instantly. It's for you.
She can't help smiling as she types back Sorry about the company.
It was probably for the best, he replies maturely. So we're both unemployed now.
Actually, Tom asked me to stay on.
There's a pause after that and she worries that he's really upset with her now.
Good, he replies eventually. Does that mean I'm forgiven for firing you?
She sighs out loud as she replies Yes, Roman.
Come for a drink with me? He adds a martini emoji.
I have work to do, she replies honestly. Then she adds But maybe another time.
Do you want to come over to my apartment at the weekend? I can read you the speech you never got to hear at the funeral.
She hesitates. She's finally free of all this mess. Getting entangled with Roman nearly destroyed her career. She still feels mortified when she thinks of all the snickering behind her back over the dick pics. There is no logical reason for her to get sucked back in again.
Okay, she replies. I'll see you at the weekend.