Sisterhood, Inc.

Keys, keys, keys.

The reporter from Fortune Magazine

will be here at 9:00.

- Okay. - Your lunch is confirmed.

And it's Randall Cole's birthday.

- Any genius gift ideas? - Let me think.

Um, he is the chairman of my board, so...

Uh...

- My floor seats. - Your floor seats.

Housemates, is anybody up?

I lost my keys at the club.

And please, no more parking tickets.

The fines, they're gonna affect your credit score.

Yeah, I got it.

And no sampling the merchandise.

- I'm not kidding. - All right, Frank.

Morning.

- Mm. - L-love it, love it.

Lose it. Never admit you had it.

Reporter's ready right over there, down the hatch.

Thank you.

Frank's Woodfired, hot and fresh!

Enjoy.

You know, it looks like you're already

set up with some kombucha.

Curtis's mom home-makes it.

- Everyone loves Beverly's Booch. - Hm.

- Hm. - Shall we?

BeScheduled isn't just a calendar app.

It's a lifestyle tool that keeps you

on time and on schedule.

Like the cool kids say, "FOMO no mo."

Employees get a carbon offset workspace, flex scheduling,

and our Mother's Room is available to anyone

who needs a time out, mother or not.

Sounds like everything's going as scheduled

here at BeScheduled.

- I see what you did there. - Yep.

So, no truth to the rumors, the board is ousting you

and replacing you with Sadie Cole.

What?

Absolutely not.

You're firing me...

from the company that I founded

and replacing me with Randall's daughter?

And no one here has a problem with this?

Subscriptions are down.

You've had three bad quarters in a row.

Sadie resuscitated Glamour Shack

with-with her friendship bracelet initiative.

Her being my daughter isn't the point.

She has big, fresh ideas.

You blocked me from my proposals

to update the web interface design.

I am over here trying to revitalize this brand,

and you have blocked me at every turn.

It is the job of a board to support its founder's vision,

and you set me up to fail.

We have a fiduciary responsibility

to our shareholders,

and we've lost confidence in you.

As chairman, I have to make tough decisions.

Getting the stock price back up is our primary concern.

Every stock has a down day, Randall.

The board has the voting power to remove you.

It was unanimous.

Even you, Margery?

The first female fist through the glass ceiling?

Where is the sisterhood, Margery?

Your exit compensation package.

No. No.

Mm-mm. Mm-mm.

I can't, um, it's fine.

Aww, Megs.

No crying in baseball.

Actually, Randall,

there is no crying in basketball.

Also, you no longer validate parking.

So, there.

Oh, and you tell Sadie, we are not friends.

Hold on. Aged out? Of what?

Girl, I just sent you Randall's press release about Sadie.

Be strong.

Ahh.

"It's sad, Megan Moore is an icon,

but it's time she steps aside

to let a new generation revive the brand?"

I'm only eight years older than Sadie.

We're both millennials.

Randall's working overtime to trash you.

Says you've lost your touch.

Yuki, what am I supposed to do?

I'm the best executive recruiter around.

Normally I could find some moneybags backer

for a new venture, but you're radioactive.

You need to lie low. Let this blow over.

But all I do is work.

I mean, who am I even

if I'm not running a company?

Self-care. Reconnect with old friends.

Meditate. Volunteer.

Do people actually do those things?

No idea. Saw it on TikTok.

Greg. Greg, hi.

Megan Moore.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Long time no talk.

Uh-huh.

Mm-hmm. Oh, wow.

Oh, three kids.

Wow, Greg, you-you-you're breaking up a little bit. I...

A lot has happened to my sophomore year roommate.

How did every guy I ever dated moved on already?

Hello and welcome to the mindful movement.

I'm Sarah Raymond, and I invite you

to make yourself comfortable.

No, there's no way it's only been one minute.

Take a moment to pause.

Bubble hopping is as simple as getting out of your own

bubble and getting to know someone else

from a different bubble. Broaden your horizons.

See things from another person's point of view.

Experience their day-to-day.

Get out of your own boring rut.

That's it.

Hey, the nice lady at the rescue

said you all just need a good walk.

Easy-peasy, right?

Oooh.

Curtis, help!

Help me, 911!

Thank you for rounding up the dogs.

Sure. I didn't know you cooked.

Oh, I don't. I think these spices came with the house.

Do you think that we organized them

alphabetically or by flavor profile?

You need a real project.

Like, something you can sink your claws into

and shred to pieces and eat the beating heart out off.

You know, be yourself.

Yes, I know. But what?

No. No, it's my mom. Nope.

- You have a mom? - Yes.

I work very hard to keep Lois out of my flight path.

Lois? Years together, I never knew this.

Yes, well, if you ever met her or my sister,

you would understand why.

You have a sister?

Yep.

I'm dizzy.

Next you're gonna tell me you have a dad.

Oh, no. I don't. He died when I was 13.

Oh, thank God.

His passing kind of ruined my childhood.

Sorry. Sorry.

No, I meant more like,

how much of your real life have you kept hidden from me?

Well, let's see.

Uh, Izzy, sister,

was a toddler when our dad died.

My mom remarried, and Ken's the only father figure

who she's ever really known.

- Ken? - Mm-hmm.

And they've been bothering me to come over for dinner

ever since I got fire...

Fi...

I can't do it.

Ooh, it's Beverly's turkey taco night.

- Can I leave early? - Yes, of course.

Jealous you're so close with your mom.

Go. See your mom.

Bring her the spices.

Sorry. We already gave at the office.

Oh, that's... Here we go.

Kidding.

- Fun. - Come on in.

- Hug. - Hello.

- Mm. - Ohh.

You know, I thought you'd look more depressed.

You sound disappointed.

Well, it's okay to show feelings.

Have you been journaling? Mourning gratitude?

Are these the questions I have to answer

before I cross a troll bridge?

Mom, Megan's here.

Oh, a sight for sore eyes!

The Meg!

Dad, that's not the compliment you think it is anymore.

Very good to see you. Ken, I brought you some spices.

Oh, oh.

Smells so good.

Ooh, it's Friday.

I'm making the ladies Grown-Up Shirley Temples.

- Uh-oh. - On the rock.

Wonderful.

That Good Ship Lollipop goes down smooth. Thank you, Ken.

The bartender's on duty all night.

That sounds like my firstborn child,

but it couldn't be because that would require

she visit me ever.

Feet off the sofa, Izz.