Bewildered by the sudden change, she ran back to the room, leaning against the door in fear, and slumped while crying and muttering.
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Chicago 1990 Chapter 689: Cathy's road to self-help
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.