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Roman frowned. “Fuck, is that—”
“Yeah, sure looks like it.” Shiv sipped her whisky. “He should know better.”
Roman started pacing the room, waving his hands around like he was an air traffic controller. “That’s not okay. That’s totally not okay.”
Kendall joined them. He clutched a glass of water, which was starting to sweat a little. “Yeah, uh, someone should go talk to him. Guys? Guys, I think someone should tell him that this is, uh, not appropriate for the company.”
Roman blinked. “Oh, fuck, he’s coming this way.”
“Guys! Hi!” Connor strode over to them like Alexander coming to Macedonia after his latest conquest. “I’d like you to meet Tom.”
Connor’s latest hooker held out his hand for them to shake. “Tom Wambsgans, Parks and Cruises West Coast Division.”
Everyone stared.
“You work at Waystar?” Shiv asked. She looked like she’d just taken a huge bite of something sour.
“Oh, yeah.” Tom smiled, revealing two lines of straight teeth that were a shade or two off from chemically-enhanced white. “Yeah, I’ve been there for years.” He turned to Connor. “Honey, you didn’t tell them?”
“I thought I would introduce you first.” Connor leaned in and pecked Tom on the cheek. Tom blushed. Roman bent over and made a retching noise.
“Well, uh, anyway,” Connor said, “I’m going to introduce him to Pops.”
“Good luck with that,” Shiv muttered.
“Well, uh, nice meeting you!” Tom said, grinning. Connor put a hand on the small of Tom’s back and led them into another room.
For a moment, all three of the other Roy siblings stared at each other. Finally Roman broke the silence.
“What the fuck was that?”