Legacy Unraveled (Kendall Roy X Reader)

Chapter Two

The car was abuzz and teeming with life and energy from the ride to the airport. The New York City streets whizzed by, a chaotic ballet of yellow cabs and impatient pedestrians. Inside the sleek black SUV, Emma, flanked by her trusted team of assistants – Sean, Abigail, and Claire – exuded an air of calculated determination.

Emma Donovan, the newly appointed COO of Waystar Royco, sat in the backseat, her posture erect and her gaze fixed on the cityscape rushing past. Her hair framed a face that radiated power and poise, and her sharp eyes seemed to dissect the world outside with unwavering precision. Dressed in a perfectly tailored black pantsuit, she wore her new mantle with an aura of unwavering confidence.

Claire, sitting beside her, had her tablet in hand, displaying a mosaic of real-time data. Her dark eyes were focused and alert, and her attire mirrored her efficiency – a crisp white blouse paired with a charcoal gray skirt. Abigail and Sean occupied the front seats, each absorbed in their respective tasks. Abigail, with her laptop open, tapped away at the keyboard, her Indian heritage adding to the mosaic tapestry of the team. Sean, in his corporate techy way, exuded a certain handsomeness as he managed the vehicle's navigation system and fussing with the driver. Emma cut through the teeming silence with her first orders of business: dissection of the Roy offspring.

"All right, first off, Roman, I want facts, fucking.... surgical" she began, taking a sip from her steaming drink.

Sean, glancing over some files, piped up, "Eccentric is one way to put it. He's like Tesla stock - volatile, unpredictable if Elon tweets a meme or something, but if you can weather the storm, he might just give you a payout."

Emma arched a brow, "Sounds like a headache, but potentially useful."

Claire interjected, flipping open her iPad, "Kendall. Used to be Wall Street's wunderkind. But now? He's like a tech stock post-bubble. The potential's there, but it's buried under layers of... issues. And by issues, I mean drugs."Claire gulped, inhaling a un-godly amount of air - she obviously wasn't used to this kind of "work".

Emma chuckled, "Ah, the troubled prince. We all had one in prep school. Genius on Monday, rehab by Friday."

Abigail, tapping away at her laptop, chimed in, "Shiv's the wildcard. Think of her as a blue-chip stock. Consistently strong, but with an edge. She knows policy, knows the media landscape. She's navigated D.C. waters and Murdoch-esque journalism."

Emma pondered for a moment, "Sounds like the siblings are a stock market of their own. So, any tips for dealing with them?"

Sean looked up, "Be prepared for Roman's sarcasm. It's like a defense mechanism."

Claire nodded, "And Kendall? Be direct. He respects honesty. Just... maybe keep any drugs out of sight." Taking another gulp.

Emma laughed, "Noted."

Abigail added, "As for Shiv, she respects power and intelligence. She's not one for bullshit. Be direct, be smart."

Emma smirked, "So, play it straight with Shiv, dodge Roman's satire, and... keep Kendall sober. Got it."

They soon arrived at the airport, when seemingly Out of nowhere, a lanky, somewhat awkward figure appeared in their path. "Oh, hey there!" Greg stammered, adjusting his satchel over his shoulder.

Emma halted, her eyes narrowing in recognition. "Greg, right? What are you doing here?"

Greg shifted uncomfortably. "Uh, Tom sent me. He, um, thought you shouldn't be alone."

Emma scoffed, gesturing to her trio of assistants, "Does it look like I'm alone?"

Greg nervously scratched his head, lowering his voice, "He meant, like, family? Not..." He glanced at the assistants, searching for the right word, "...employees."