Chicago 1990

The curtains were closed, the lights were not turned on, and the room was dark. Cathy was sitting on the floor and weeping by the door. The words that the FBI inspector pointed at herself just now seemed to be still echoing in her ears.

It’s a good feeling to accept interviews, publish in the newspaper, appear on the camera, lead social activities, and shout for his father and his colleagues. That feeling is very good. This life has never been as eye-catching as it has been recently. Gradually, she began to identify with the "great cause" that Southern lawyers said, and she felt that some of the other party's views were not unreasonable...

but now……

It's all over. She remembers that when she worked part-time at A+ Records, people there often mentioned a word: Personality, now that the old things about her relationship with black singers have been exposed by the FBI in front of so many people, how should we face it again? Those outside who have always supported themselves? It's too shame, just enjoying the beautiful person settings that haven't been long before, she feels that she is experiencing a social death...

‘Boom...’

There was a knock on the door, "Cassidy, are you okay?" A speeder party's voice came from outside the door, "Is what the FBI said just now true?"

She was so frightened that her body trembled. She didn't know how to answer. She raised her head with tears, just to see a paper cutting knife on her desk...

"Cassidy?"

There was a desperate look in her eyes, she slowly stood up, and buckled the door's anti-theft hinge. Because there were too many people coming and going in the house recently, this thing had just been installed.

"Cassidy? Now everyone doesn't know what to do. Many people have already left by themselves."

The voice outside the door was still questioning, "Can you come out and explain to us?"

She had only the knife in her eyes, and moved it step by step with difficulty.

"Cassidy!? Open the door!" The people outside began to chuckle the doorknob.

The hand holding the knife shook violently, and his eyes fell on a pile of densely written paper spread out on the desk. Just now, I was drafting a speech for the afternoon and I was almost finished.

"Cassidy?"

A woman’s voice came in, as if it was the wife of a certain activist, “Mr. Lawyer should pay me this week’s purchases this morning. If I don’t get the check, I won’t be able to pay many of my bills.”

The woman usually takes the time to help herself with cooking and managing expenses. Cassidy was stunned. Seeing the generous statement she wrote for her father on the manuscript, her mind instantly became sober. Now I can't kill myself, "including... ...Cough cough." So he cleared his throat and asked, "Does it include the payment to Lawyer Tarshauni?"

"Yes, the new fee will be paid to her law firm in the afternoon." The woman replied.

"Damn it!"

Cassidy dropped the knife, ran to unfasten the anti-theft hinge, and opened the locked door.

"Are you okay, Cassidy?" The woman walked in, followed by two or three brawny speeders behind her, and the other people who hadn't left were poking their heads on the opposite side of the door.

"I'm fine, can you give me some personal space?"

She said to the men: "I will explain what should be explained later. Please let me solve the most urgent problems first."

Everyone didn't say anything, and went outside to gather and chat together. She closed the door again and turned on the light.

"Can you withdraw money from the donation account?"

The woman asked.

"I don't understand this at all." Cassidy shook her head. "Before, Southern lawyers helped me arrange everything..."

"But he is arrested now. He always only gives us a week's worth each time. Today is the day to settle the payment. If there is no money, all protests, media, lawyers and even food will encounter difficulties." The woman said.

"Uh...then...what to do?"

Cassidy kept pulling her hair with her hands in a hurry.

"Can Mr. Southern Lawyer be released on bail in the afternoon?" The woman nagged a bit. "There are other arrested people. You are also obligated to provide support, because they are all helping with your father's affairs..."

"It can't be that fast, please wait, let me calm down."

Cassidy was urged to be a little impatient, she took the car key, "I'll talk to Lawyer Tarshauni, and you come too."

She lowered her head and ignored other people's gazes, she took the woman to the garage, slammed on the gas pedal, the tires rubbed against the ground and made a harsh sound, and drove towards Tarshauni's law firm.

"Cassidy, we don't have money right now, Tarshauni's bill..." the woman kept saying.

"Please don't mention money for the time being, OK!?" Cassidy yelled her and shut her mouth, "Sorry, I am under a lot of pressure now..."

"I understand."

Tashauni’s law firm is newly rented. The small office space has not been decorated. There is nothing but a table, a chair and a telephone. "Here I need to repaint, here, here, and the sofa. I want to put it over there..."

The red-haired lawyer was jumping around like a child with excitement, leading the decorator to explain the work. She saw Kasidi just entering the door, "Cashidi, you are here! Look, this is my new law firm." , How is it? Haha, just right, yours..." She rubbed her index finger and thumb, compared to a gesture of counting money.

"I came for this. The lawyer of our organization was just arrested by the FBI in the morning, and he happened to be in charge of managing the fundraising account. I want to hire you to help bail him out, but the lawyer's fee may take a little later..." Card Siti explained carefully.

Tashauni's face suddenly turned pale, "Ho! Ho!" She took a few deep breaths, "Yes, but I just signed a contract with a decoration company. If I don't have the money, I will default... I... I just came out of the psychiatric hospital and am about to go bankrupt when I plan to restart my business?"

She spoke nervously and showed symptoms of breathing difficulties. With the help of the decorator, she sat on the only chair with her chest, "Water, water, thank you..."

"Is this the lawyer your father insists on hiring?" Seeing this scene, the woman in the same class spit out dumbfoundedly.

"You go out first, can I have a private conversation with Ms. Tarscioni?" Cassidy pushed her out the door, and then also invited the decorator out, "Tascioni, I need help, just now."

"You have no money, right? It won't help." Tascioni took a sip and regained her mood.

"Please, it's not that we have no money to pay you, but we can't get it for the time being!" Cassidy begged anxiously, "For the sake of my father's urgent need for help!"

"Wait, you wait..."

Tashauni raised her hand to stop her from approaching, "Vick is just my client. You pay, and I will represent him and help him in the lawsuit. Actually... I don't want to help him OK? He is not a pure white man. rabbit."

"He was wronged and went to jail..."

"Puff!" Cassidy's words made Tascioni couldn't help laughing. "I understand that the image of father in every daughter's mind is tall and majestic, but...it's a pity that Vic is not For such a person, he can't get my sympathy."

"Okay, okay, but you are his lawyer."

"Yes, I am his lawyer, provided that the legal fees are paid in full and on time."

"OMG!" Cassidy was shattered by the logic chain of lawyers who only recognized money. "You will pay you attorney fees if you help the lawyers of our organization bail out!" She jumped to Tascioni in a gag.

"Sorry, that's a new case again, so it's still a question of attorney fees." Tascioni said mercilessly.

"Damn! I don't have any money now! Even the house has been banned from trading by the FBI. I have nothing but organizing me now!" Cassidy shouted at her.

"Small down..." Tascioni moved a little further away from her, "You..." She lowered her voice and urged, "You can ask the singer for help."

"That Nger ignored me a long time ago. He is married. He has no time to hide from me now. I have to be dragged down by the interaction with him!" Cassidy's tears flowed down again.

"Tascioni laughed instead, "He has been paying for your family, and he is responsible for the medical expenses of your younger siblings." "

"My brother and sister were lucky enough to be in the free medical plan." Cassidy shook her head.

"Look at you, haha."

Tascioni couldn’t help but laugh, "Stupid girl, so stupid...that kind of thing is like that. He donates money to the hospital, and then the hospital uses legal charity projects to help your younger brothers and sisters. There seems to be nothing in the middle. But in the rules of the game, money flows euphemistically, and there is no free lunch."

"So..." Cassidy covered her mouth and whispered chokedly: "He has been quietly helping me."

"It doesn't count as helping you anymore, Vic will have to repay you accordingly, kid." Tarshauni said.

"He didn't cause my father to go in, did he?"

Cassidy suddenly thought of something, "My father dislikes owing him the least."

"It's not that simple black and white. Forget it, even if you are Vic's daughter, I can't disclose too much. I have to abide by the lawyer's confidentiality obligations." Tarshoney picked up the microphone and dialed, "It's Goodman. And Hamlin Law Firm? Please transfer Mr. Goodman and tell him Tarshawn to find..."

"Goodman, it's me, Tascioni. There is something wrong with Vic's payment of legal fees. His daughter is very anxious now. I will ask her to tell you."

Tascioni handed the microphone over, "Cassidy, come on, tell all your difficulties, the most important thing is not to let me breach the contract with the decoration company."

"Mr. Goodman..." Cassidy hurriedly cried over the phone.

"OK, I understand, please wait, Cathy, don't worry."

Goodman said a few words and then hung up, "What are you going to...Hello? Mr. Goodman, hello?" Cassidy hung up the phone disappointedly, "Mr. Goodman said nothing. "She complained to Tarshauni.

"Wait." Tascioni relaxed. "Oh, I'm sorry, there are no chairs at the moment. You can sit on the desk, it's okay, I don't mind."

Of course, Cassidy didn’t sit at the table. She wandered around the room anxiously. After about forty minutes, the door of the law firm that had not officially opened was knocked. She went to open the door and was almost caught The black villain with a fierce face and tattoos on his neck and face was shocked.

The other party didn't say a word, dropped a black travel bag into the door, and immediately turned and disappeared.

Tashauni leaped to the ground and unzipped the bag, "Ha! Cash! I like it!"

"I borrowed this money from him." Cassidy grumbled as she looked at Tascioni, who was counting the small green rice knives like a money fan.

"OK, let's start working!" Tascioni immediately turned into a professional lawyer.

"I need some money to send away the woman who came with me." Only then did Cassidy remember that there was a companion outside.

"Go and get it yourself, it's the money that the singer gave you anyway." Tascioni pointed to the travel bag generously.

"I borrowed..."

Three hours later, Cassidy sat at her desk, looked at Tascioni behind her, and dialed the phone after receiving an encouraging look.

"Mr. Editor, it's me, Cassidy, you already know the news of your lawyer's arrest, right?" Cassidy said.

"Yes, and I also heard some rumors, which prevents me from telling our fundraiser Miss Cassidy, they will not like your previous love history." The editor said.

"I don't want to lie to you, but I want to explain that it was that time that made me firm in my determination to invest in our great cause. I may hate that group even more than you." Cassidy said calmly.

"There is no way to explain this kind of thing. You can't tell our fundraiser what feelings were deceived by Barabara, do you understand? The conservative white group is not interested in this kind of thing. Once they know that you have been with black people, they will be deceived Deceived nausea."

The editor-in-chief said impatiently: "Well, this is the end of this matter, I will send someone to Chicago to bail our own people."

"No, please don't do this, Mr. Editor!" Cassidy begged anxiously.

"Sorry, you embarrass us..." The editor planned to hang up.

"Wait, wait!" Cassidy yelled: "How can you be embarrassed if the people don't know about it?"

"The FBI dared to shout that way in public to show that they have evidence. If we fight again, they will throw out the evidence..."

"I won't admit that they are slander and persecution!"

"So you don't plan to admit it again?"

"I, we cooperated very well some time ago? I can raise funds, everyone likes me, don't they? Is there anything in this world that is not packaged? I am very suitable for photogenic, to speak for our group, this is a piece A win-win thing! What good is it for your newspaper to stop the project that rescued my father? If you stop the project, I also admit that love history. Wouldn’t the white people who donated money blame you? You just said They won't bother to listen to long-form explanations."

"I sent someone to Cassidy in Chicago out of good intentions, but now you are threatening us in turn?" The editor was angry. "You make me sick, very, very sick."

Cassidy turned pale after being scolded, but continued to speak under the sign of Tascioni next to her, "Come on, isn't it also a business for your newspaper to please the white supremacist target group?"

"That is our great cause!"

"Well, great career, then I will make a deal, I will go further and more radical than our great career, how about it?"

"Wh... what is more radical?"

"I will speak publicly for the suspect in the Oklahoma City bombing. The FBI arrested my father, and even shamelessly took the naive mistakes I made in high school and publicly insulted me. My father was violently treated by them and detained for extended periods. Anyway, there is nothing to be afraid of. Fight with them to the end!" Cassidy looked at the cheat sheet written by Tascioni in her hand, and said categorically: "After the bombing, all the conservative white media were suppressed by public opinion and law enforcement agencies, right? You need people to share the pressure. UU reading www.uukānshu.com"

"Uh, you..." The editor-in-chief moved, "What would you say?"

"Didn't the main suspect say that he wanted to bomb the building because he was dissatisfied with the FBI's rude enforcement actions in the Waco tragedy?"

Cassidy said: "Then I will say that I sympathize with the victims of the bombing, but the FBI itself is also responsible. Their misconduct in the Waco massacre was the cause of the subsequent series of events."

"This is Cassidy. The conservative white people really don't like the FBI, but they will not support the criminals who killed so many people, including children and pregnant women. The severity of these two things is very different. You have a concept. Does that make your supporters very rare, even among conservative whites, they are very few..." said the editor.

"I have studied the list of fundraising accounts, Mr. Editor."

Cassidy said: "About 80% of the fundraising for my father and his colleagues came from only 1,000 accounts, of which more than 30 accounts accounted for more than half, so this kind of thing was not necessary. To please most people, right? For example, 100 million people donate a dollar each, and there are countless people who please them, and they can actually get 100,000 people? But for example, one million white supremacists each Donate one piece, and only ten people will please them. Isn’t that still one hundred thousand each?"

"Your newspaper is doing pretty well because of this, right? Most people's psychological needs can't be eaten. Focusing on pleasing a few people can live well, more radical than your newspaper's position. Maybe there are only one hundred thousand, or ten thousand? I don't care, I just focus on to please this part of the small market, anyway, my father needs not much legal fees, and I have fewer competitors!"

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