Chapter 690

The curtains were closed, the lights were not turned on, and the room was dark. Cassidy was sitting on the floor, sobbing against the door. What the FBI inspector had said just now seemed to be echoing in her ears.

She has been interviewed, published in newspapers, appeared on camera, led social activities, and raised arms for her father and his colleagues. She has never been as noticeable as she has been in recent years in her life. She has gradually begun to identify with the "great cause" described by Southern lawyers. She feels that some of the other party's views are reasonable

But now

It's all over. She remembers that when she was working part-time on a + records, people there often mentioned a word: Renshi. Now that the FBI has exposed her past affairs with black singers in front of so many people, how can she face the people who have been firmly supporting her? It's too shameful. She has just enjoyed the beautiful human settings for a short time. She feels that she is experiencing a social death

"Dong Dong..."

There was a knock at the door. "Cassidy, are you ok?" Outside the door came the voice of a car party, "is that true what the FBI said just now?"

She was so frightened that she didn't know how to answer. She looked up with tears and saw a paper knife on her desk

"Cassidy?"

With a despairing look in her eyes, she stood up slowly and buttoned the anti-theft hinge of the door. Because there were too many people coming and going recently, it had just been installed.

"Cassidy? Now we don't know what to do. Many people have left by themselves. "

The voice outside the door still asked, "can you come out and explain to us?"

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

"Cassidy!? Open the door People outside began to rattle the doorknob.

The hand holding the knife trembled violently, and his eyes fell on a pile of paper spread out on the desk. I was just preparing a draft for the afternoon speech, and I was almost finished.

"Cassidy?"

A woman's voice came in, like the wife of an activist. "Mr. lawyer should pay me this week's purchase expenses in the morning. If I don't get the check, I can't pay many bills."

That woman usually takes time to help her cook and manage her expenses. Cassidy is stunned. She sees the generous words she wrote for her father on the paper. Her mind suddenly wakes up. Now I can't commit suicide, "including Cough. " So he cleared his throat and asked, "does that include the fees paid to Tassoni's lawyer?"

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

"Damn it!"

Cassidy dropped the knife, ran to remove the hinges, and opened the back locked door.

"Are you all right, Cassidy?" The woman came in, followed by two or three strong men of the flying car party. The others who did not leave were also prying inside outside the door.

"I'm fine. Can you give me some private space?"

She said to the men, "I'll explain it later. Please let me solve the most urgent problem first."

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

"Can you withdraw money from your donation account?"

Asked the woman.

"I don't know that at all." Cassidy shook her head. "It used to be the southern lawyers who arranged everything for me..."

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

"Er So What to do? "

Cathy kept pulling her hands at her hair.

"Can Mr. Southern lawyer be released on bail this afternoon?" The woman nagged, "there are other arrested people, you also have an obligation to provide support, because they are to help your father's business..."

"It can't be so fast. Please wait. Let me calm down first."

"I'll talk to lawyer Tassoni, and you'll come too."

Ignoring other people's eyes, she took the woman to the garage, slammed on the gas pedal, the tires screeched against the ground, and sped to Tassoni's law firm.

"Cassidy, we don't have any money at the moment, Tassoni's bill..." The woman is still talking.

"Please don't mention the money for the time being, OK?" "I'm sorry, I'm under a lot of pressure now..."

"I understand."

Tassoni's law firm is newly rented. The small office space is not decorated. There is nothing but a desk, a chair and a telephone. "We need to repaint here, here, here, and the sofa. I want to put it over there..."

The red haired lawyer was bouncing around like a child, leading the decorators to explain their work. She saw that Cathy had just entered the door. "Cassidy, you're here! Look, this is my new law firm. How about it? Hehe, it's just right that you She rubbed her index finger with her thumb and made a gesture of counting money."That's why I came here. Our lawyer was arrested by the FBI this morning, and he happened to be in charge of the fund-raising account. I want to hire you to help him bail him out, but the lawyer's fee may need to be later..." Cassidy explained carefully.

Tassoni's face suddenly turned pale! Ho She suddenly took a few deep breaths, "yes, but I just signed a contract with the decoration company. If I don't have the money, I will break the contract I Am I going to go bankrupt when I am about to start my career again soon after I come out of the mental hospital? "

She said nervously and showed symptoms of dyspnea. With the help of decoration workers, she covered her chest and sat on the only chair, "water, water, thank you..."

"Is this the lawyer your father insisted on hiring?" Terrified, the women make complaints about the scene.

"Would you please go out and let me talk to Ms. Tassoni alone?" Cassidy pushed her out of the door and asked the decorators out as well. "Tassoni, I need help, right now."

"You have no money, do you? That would not help. " Tassoni took a big SIP to regain her mood.

"Please, we don't have money to pay you, but we can't get it for the time being." "For the sake of my father's urgent need of help," Cathy pleaded

"Wait, you wait..."

Tassoni raised her hand to stop her from approaching. "Vic is just my client. You pay. I'll represent him and help him to file a lawsuit. I actually You don't really want to help him, OK? He is not a pure white rabbit

"He was wrongly jailed..."

"Poof!" "I understand that every daughter's father image is tall and great, but Unfortunately, Vic is not that kind of person. He doesn't get my sympathy

"All right, all right, but you're his lawyer."

"Yes, I am his lawyer, on the premise that the lawyer's fees are paid in full and on time."

“OMG！” Cassidy was defeated by the logic chain that lawyers only recognize money. "If you help to bail out our organization's lawyers, you will be paid the lawyer's fee!" She flopped at Tassoni.

"Sorry, that's a new case, so it's still a matter of lawyer's fees." Tassoni said mercilessly.

"Damn it! I have no money now! Even the house has been banned from trading by the FBI. I have nothing but organization now Cassidy yelled at her.

"Keep your voice down..." Tassoni body back, and she pulled a little distance, "you..." She whispered, "you can ask that singer for help."

"That nger has ignored me for a long time. He is married. He can't hide from me now. I have to be dragged down by the association with him!" Cassidy's tears came down again.

”Tassoni laughed. "He's been paying your family. He's paid for your brother and sister's medicine."

"My brother and sister were lucky to get into the free medical plan." Cassidy shook her head.

"Look at you, hehe."

Tassoni couldn't help laughing, "stupid girl, so stupid That's what happens. He donates money to the hospital, and then the hospital uses legal charity projects to help your brother and sister. It doesn't seem to matter. But in the rules of the game, money flows so gently. There is no free lunch under the sun. "

"So..." Cassidy covered her mouth and sobbed, "he's been quietly helping me."

"It's not helping you. Vic has to give something back, boy." Said Tassoni.

"He didn't get my father in?"

Cassidy suddenly thought, "my father doesn't like to owe him."

"It's not that simple. It's black or white. Forget it. Even if you're Vic's daughter, I can't disclose too much. I'll abide by the lawyer's confidentiality obligation." Tassoni picked up the phone and dialed, "is that Goodman and Hamlin? Please connect Mr. Goodman and tell him Tassoni is looking for... "

"Goodman, it's me, Tassoni, Vic. There's something wrong with the lawyer's fee payment. His daughter is in a hurry. I'll let her tell you."

Tassoni handed over the receiver. "Cassidy, come on, tell me all your difficulties. The most important thing is not to let me default on the decoration company."

"Mr. Goodman..." Cassidy cried to the other end of the phone.

"OK, I see. Just a moment, Cassidy. Don't worry."

Goodman said a few words and hung up. "What are you going to do Hello? Mr Goodman, hello Cassidy hung up in disappointment. "Mr. Goodman said nothing." She complained to Tassoni.

"Wait." Tassoni relaxed. "Oh, I'm sorry, there's no chair for the moment. You can sit on your desk. It's OK. I don't mind."

Cassidy, of course, didn't sit at the table. She was anxiously circling around the house for about 40 minutes. The door of the office of the law firm that had not yet officially opened was knocked. When she went to open the door, she was almost startled by a black villain with a fierce face and tattoos on his neck and face.The other side did not say a word, dropped a black bag into the door, immediately turned around and disappeared.

Tassoni sprang to the ground and zipped the bag. "Ha! Cash! I like it

"I lent him the money." Cassidy muttered as she looked at Tassoni, who was counting the small green rice knives.

"OK, let's get to work." Tassoni immediately became a professional lawyer.

"I need some money to get rid of the woman I came with." It was then that Cassidy remembered that she had a companion out there.

"Get it yourself. It's all the money that the singer gave you anyway." Tassoni generously pointed to the bag.

"I borrowed it..."

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

"Mr. editor in chief, it's me, Cassidy. You already know about your lawyer's arrest, don't you?" Said Cassidy.

"Yes, and I've heard rumors that I can't tell Miss Cassidy to our fundraisers. They won't like your love story." Said the chief editor.

"I don't want to lie to you, but I want to make it clear that it was that time that strengthened my determination to devote myself to our great cause. I may hate that group more than you do now." Said Cassidy calmly.

"There's no way to explain this. You can't tell our fundraisers that they were cheated. Do you understand? The conservative white community is not interested in this kind of thing, and once they know you've been with a black person, they'll feel sick of being cheated. "

The chief editor said impatiently, "well, that's all. I'll send someone to Chicago to bail our own people."

"No, please don't do that, Mr. chief editor!" Cassidy begged.

"Sorry, you embarrassed us..." The chief editor is going to hang up.

"Wait, wait!" "How could your newspaper be embarrassed if the people didn't know about it?" she cried

"If the FBI dares to shout in public, it means that they have evidence. If we fight again, they will throw out the evidence..."

"I will not admit that they are slander, persecution!"

"So you're not going to admit it?"

"I, we worked together quite well some time ago, didn't we? I can raise money. People like me, don't they? What's in the world that isn't packaged? I am very suitable for the camera, for our group voice, this is a win-win thing! What good will it do for your newspaper to stop the program of saving my father? If I shut down the project, and I admit that love story, won't the white people who donated money blame you? You just said that they won't bother to listen to any lengthy explanation

"I sent Cathy to Chicago out of kindness, and you're threatening us now?" The editor was angry. "You make me sick, very, very disgusting."

Cassidy was yelled pale, but at Tassoni's beckoning, she went on, "come on, isn't it a business for your newspapers to please white supremacists?"

"That's our great cause!"

"Well, great cause, then I propose a deal, I will go further and more radical than our great cause, how about?"

"Why What is more radical? "

"I will speak openly for the main suspect of Oklahoma City bombing. The FBI arrested my father and even shamelessly insulted me with my childish mistakes in high school. My father was brutally treated by them and detained for a long time. I have nothing to be afraid of. I'm fighting them to the end!" "After the bombing, all the conservative white media were severely suppressed by public opinion and law enforcement agencies, right?" said Cassidy, looking at the transcript written by Tassoni in her hand? You need people to share the pressure. "

"Er, you..." The chief editor moved, "what would you say?"

"Didn't the chief suspect say he wanted to blow up the building because he was dissatisfied with the ferocious enforcement actions of the FBI in the Waco massacre?"

But I said that the victim's misbehavior was the cause of the subsequent tragedy, I said

"Well, Cassidy, conservative white people really don't like the FBI, but they won't support the criminals who killed so many people, including children and pregnant women. There is a big difference in the severity of these two things. Do you have any idea? That makes your supporters very rare, even among conservative white people... " Said the chief editor.

"I studied the details of the fundraising account, Mr. editor in chief."

"About 80 percent of the money raised for my father and his colleagues came from just a thousand accounts, and more than 30 of them contributed more than half of them, so it didn't have to please most people, right? For example, 100 million people donate a dollar each, and there are countless people who please them. In fact, what they can get is 100000? But for example, a million white supremacists each donate one piece, and ten people please them. Isn't it still 100000 for each person? ""That's why your newspaper is doing well, isn't it? The vast majority of people can't eat the big pie of psychological needs. They can live well if they focus on flattering them. Maybe there are only 100000 or 10000 people who are more radical than your newspaper's position? I don't care. I just focus on trying to please these small markets again. Anyway, my father doesn't need a lot of lawyer fees, and I have fewer competitors! "

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