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"I knew you'd come around."
Katherine glowered at Roman. "Shut up."
Standing in front of the Roy headquarters was bad enough. She was still in the process of recovering from a hangover and she had to tolerate the most annoying Roy kid on top of that. If she had a gun, she'd shoot Roman first so that he wouldn't open his mouth, and then turn the gun on herself. God that... that sounded a little like RomeoandJuliet. Nevermind the shooting herself part, justshoot Roman. And Kendall. And Shiv...
"And stop being the best person in the metaphorical room? You fucking wish, Odessa," Roman paused, frowning. "Oh yeah, looked you up on Wikipedia. Wanted to jerk off to your picture but you are surprisingly awful to jerk off to. Why do you go by Katherine? Both names are shit, but someone's grandma is definitely named Katherine. My grandma, probably. Actually, her name is Helen, but..."
When Katherine didn't respond, Roman prattled on. "Is it because of your mommy issues? You should be lucky you have hot mommy issues ━ like, your mom's super hot. Maybe after all this she and I can have a little thing and pop out another Montague. You mind looking after a brand new sibling?"
Her fists tightened. "Oh, fuck you, you fucking creep."
"Of course you want to fuck me. You wanna fuck me so bad, don't you?" He grinned. "How about wehave that freak child? Half Roy, half Montague... like Frankenstein's monster. Hopefully it won't have a stick up its ass like you do."
Roman walked off, towards the clean cut glass and brutalism that was Waystar headquarters. Not at all the Americanized Greek architecture that made AGM headquarters. She hated the AGM headquarters. It looked too frilly and lavish, and somehow as boring as a museum, both things that did not help to strike fear into the hearts of Roy blood.
The only thing remotely interesting was the large ceiling art of Atlas holding up the sky. She always caught herself craning her neck to stare up at Atlas's tortured face, imagining herself in the titan's place. Katherine knew what it was like, to be forced to hold so much responsibility and expected to never exhaust or snap. Running on pure expectation and fear that her entire world would crumble. She bruised and bled for it, to ultimately receive nothing.
