Logan's stroke was... unexpected. Surely, someone of his age would be expected to maybe have a stroke sometime in their life. But, a stroke is never something you can expect. It's usually a very sudden thing. So, now, here you were, having to draft up a game plan with some other waystar employees on what to do now that Logan Roy might pass away. It's not a definite, but, certainly a possibility. You hadn't left your laptop for the majority of the night, having to be on stand-by making notes of what everyone saying and any changes made to the plan. It was around 3 in the morning when they let you go to grab some coffee. You rubbed your head slightly as you kept your gaze fixed down on your phone while the coffee machine spit out the cheap coffee into a paper cup. You were trying to stay up to date on what people were saying on social media. The news, the opinions, the memes. It was all important in a situation like this. What do the people say when faced with this kind of death? Do they care, do they- "Hey." A familiar sounding voice brought your attention back to reality, and you were faced with the youngest son of the Roy family. "... Does anyone have anything good to say online?" He questioned you as he then leaned against the wall nearby, his arms crossing slightly as his eyes remained etched on you.