Chapter 689 Kasiti's Road to Self-Help

The curtains were drawn, the lights were not turned on, and the room was very dark. Cassetti sat on the floor, leaning against the door and weeping. The words that the FBI inspector pointed at her just now seemed to be still echoing in her ears.

It's a good feeling to be interviewed, published in newspapers, appeared on camera, led social activities, and cheered for her father and his colleagues in two days. It's a good feeling. She has never been more visible in her life than she has been in recent times. Gradually, she also began to agree with the "great cause" in the mouth of the southern lawyer, 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, the people there often mentioned a word: personality, now that the old things she had been with black singers were exposed by the FBI in front of so many people, how should I face it again? Those people outside who have been firmly supporting themselves? It's too shameful, the beautiful characters she just enjoyed not long ago are all over, she feels that she is experiencing a social death...

'Boom...'

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

She was so frightened that she didn't know how to answer, she looked up with tears in her eyes, just in time to see a paper knife on her desk...

"Cassidy?"

There was a look of despair in her eyes, she stood up slowly, and fastened the anti-theft hinge of the door casually, because there were too many people coming and going at home recently, this thing was installed not long ago.

"Cassidy? Now everyone is a bit at a loss as to what to do, and many people have already left on their own."

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

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

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

The hand holding the knife trembled violently, and his eyes fell on the pile of densely written papers spread out on the desk. Just now, he was drafting a draft for his speech in the afternoon, and it was almost finished.

"Cassidy?"

A woman's voice came in, which seemed to be the wife of an activist, "Mr. Lawyer should pay me this week's purchases in the morning. If I can't get a check, I can't pay many of my bills."

That woman usually finds time to help her cook and manage expenses. Kasiti was stunned for a moment. She saw the impassioned statement she wrote for her father on the manuscript paper, and her mind instantly cleared up. Now I can't commit suicide, "Including... ...cough cough." So he cleared his throat and asked, "Does it include the fee paid to Tashawny's lawyer?"

"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 unhinge the security hinges, and opened the locked door.

"Are you alright, Cassidy?" The woman came in, followed by two or three strong bikers, and the other people who hadn't left were also poking around outside the door.

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

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

Everyone didn't say anything, and they dispersed to gather outside the house to chat. 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 these things at all." Cassetti shook her head, "It was the southern lawyers who helped me arrange everything..."

"But he's been arrested now. He always only gives us a week's share 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...how?"

Cassidy was so anxious that she kept pulling her hair with her hands.

"Can Mr. Southern Lawyer be released on bail this afternoon?" The woman nagged, "There are other arrested people. You are also obliged to provide support, because they are all here to help your father..."

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

Kasiti was a little impatient at being urged,

She took the car keys, "I'll talk to Lawyer Tashauni, and you can come too."

Lowering her head and ignoring other people's gazes, she took the woman to the garage, slammed on the accelerator, and the tires rubbed against the ground to make a screeching sound, and flew towards Tashauni's law firm.

"Cassidy, we don't have any money right now, Tashawnee's bill..." the woman kept going.

"Please don't mention the money for now, OK!?" Kasiti yelled at her and shut her mouth up, "I'm sorry, I'm under a lot of pressure now..."

"I understand."

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

The red-haired lawyer was jumping around excitedly like a child, leading the decoration workers to explain their work. She saw Kasiti who had just entered the door, "Cassidy, you are here! Look, this is my new law firm , How about it? Hehe, just right, yours..." She rubbed her index finger and thumb together, making a hint of counting money.

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

Tashauni's face suddenly turned pale, "Ho! Ho!" She took a few deep breaths, "But, 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 just got out of the mental hospital and I'm trying to start my career again?"

As she talked nervously, she showed symptoms of dyspnea. With the help of the decoration workers, she sat on the only chair with her hands on her chest, "Water, water, thank you..."

"This is the lawyer your father insisted on hiring?" Seeing this scene, the woman who was walking with her was stunned and complained.

"You go out for a while, can I have a chat with Ms. Tashauni alone?" Kasiti pushed her out of the door, and then invited the decoration workers out, "Tashuni, I need help, right now."

"You have no money, right? Then it won't help." Tashauni took a big sip of water to regain her mood.

"Please, it's not that we don't have money to pay you, it's just that we can't get it for the time being!" Kasiti begged anxiously, "For the sake of my father's urgent need for help!"

"Wait, wait..."

Tashauni raised her hand to stop her approaching, "Vic is just my client, you pay, I represent him, help him with the lawsuit, I actually... I don't want to help him OK? He is not a pure white man rabbit."

"He was wrongly imprisoned..."

"Pfft!" Cassity's words made Tashauni couldn't help laughing, "I understand that the image of a father in every daughter's mind is tall and stalwart, but...it's a pity that Vic is not A person like that won't get my sympathy."

"Okay okay, 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 accept money, "If you help the lawyers of our organization to be released on bail, you will be paid legal fees!" She lost her composure and jumped at Tashauni.

"Sorry, that's a new case, so it's still a matter of attorney's fees." Tashauni said ruthlessly.

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

"Keep your voice down..." Tashauni leaned back and pulled some distance away from her, "You..." She lowered her voice and urged, "You can ask that singer for help."

"That Nger ignored me a long time ago. He's married. It's too late for him to hide from me now. I'll still be dragged down by my relationship with him!" Kasiti burst into tears again.

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

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

"Look at you, hehe."

Tashauni couldn't help laughing, "Stupid girl, so stupid... That kind of thing is like that. He donates money to the hospital, and then the hospital uses legal charity programs to help your younger siblings. There doesn't seem to be any relationship between them. But money flows in such a tactful way in the rules of the game, there is no free lunch in the world.”

"So..." Kasiti covered her mouth and murmured choked with sobs, "He has been quietly helping me."

"It's not considered helping you, Vic has to give a corresponding return, child." Tashauni said.

"Wouldn't he let my father go in?"

Cassetti suddenly thought of something, "My father doesn't like to owe him the last thing."

"Things are not so simple black and white, forget it, even if you are Vic's daughter, I can't reveal too much, I have to abide by the lawyer's confidentiality obligation." Tashawny picked up the phone and dialed, "It's Goodman With Hamlin? Please put Mr. Goodman on and tell him Tashawnie is looking for..."

"Goodman, it's me, Tashawny, there is something wrong with the payment of Vic's legal fees. His daughter is in a hurry now. I'll let her tell you."

Tashauni handed over the microphone, "Cassidy, tell me about your difficulties. The most important thing is not to let me break the contract with the decoration company."

"Mr. Goodman..." Cassity hurriedly cried to the other end of the phone.

"OK, I understand, please wait a moment, Cassidy, don't worry."

Goodman hung up the phone after saying a few words, "What are you going to do... Hello? Mr. Goodman, hello?" Kasiti hung up the phone in disappointment, "Mr. Goodman didn't say anything. ' she complained to Tashawnee.

"Just wait." Tashauni relaxed, "Oh, sorry, there are no chairs for now, you can sit on the desk, it's okay, I don't mind."

Of course, Kasiti didn't sit at the table. She anxiously walked around the room for about forty minutes. There was a knock on the office door of the law firm that hadn't officially opened yet. When she went to open the door, she was almost caught by a The black villain with a fierce face and tattoos on his neck and face was shocked.

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

Tashawnie threw herself on the ground and unzipped her bag, "Ha! Cash! I like it!"

"I owed him the money." Kasiti muttered looking at Tashauni who was counting the green rice knives like a money fanatic.

"OK, let's get to work!" Tashauni immediately turned into a professional lawyer.

"I need some money to get rid of the woman who came with me." At this moment, Kasiti remembered that there was a companion outside.

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

"I borrowed..."

Three hours later, Kasiti sat at the desk, exchanged glances with Tashauni behind her, and dialed the phone after receiving encouraging glances.

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

"Yes, and I've also heard some rumors, which prevents me from telling Miss Cassetti to our fundraisers that they won't like your past love history." The editor-in-chief said.

"I don't want to lie to you, but I want to explain that it was that period of time that strengthened my determination to devote myself to our great cause. I probably hate that group more than you do now." Kasiti said calmly.

"This kind of thing can't be explained. You can't say to our fundraisers that you are cheated on your feelings, blah, blah, blah. Felt disgusting."

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

"No, please don't do that, Mr. Editor-in-Chief!" Cassity pleaded anxiously.

"Sorry, you embarrassed us..." The editor-in-chief was about to hang up the phone.

"Wait, wait!" Kasiti yelled loudly, "If the people don't know about it, how can it be embarrassing?"

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

"I won't admit it, they are slandering and persecuting!"

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

"Me, we cooperated very well a while ago, didn't we? I can raise funds, and everyone likes me, right? Is there anything in this world that is not packaged? I am very suitable for being on camera and speaking for our group. It’s a win-win! What good will it do for your newspaper if the project to save my father is stopped? If the project is stopped, I also admit the love history. Don’t the white people who have donated money blame you? You just said They don't bother to listen to long-winded explanations."

"I sent people to Cassidy in Chicago out of kindness, and now you're blackmailing us?" the editor was annoyed. "You make me sick, very, very sick."

Cassidy turned pale from being scolded, but continued to speak under the gesture of Tashauni beside her, "Come on, isn't it a business for your newspaper to curry favor with white supremacist target groups?"

"That's our great cause!"

"Okay, great cause, how about I make a deal, I'll go further and be more radical than our great cause?"

"Wh... what is more radical?"

"I will publicly speak out for the main suspect in the Oklahoma City bombing. The FBI arrested my father, and even shamelessly insulted me publicly with the childish mistakes I made in middle school. My father was also violently treated by them and detained for an extended period of time. I Anyway, there is nothing to be afraid of, let's fight them to the end!" Kasiti looked at the cheat sheet written by Tashauni in her hand, and said firmly: "After the bombing, all the conservative white media were suppressed by public opinion and law enforcement, right? You need someone to share the stress with.”

"Uh, you..." The editor-in-chief was moved, "How would you express your opinion?"

"Didn't the main suspect say that he wanted to blow up the building because he was dissatisfied with the FBI's brutal law enforcement in the Waco tragedy?"

"Then let me say that I sympathize with the victims of the bombing, but the FBI themselves are also responsible, and their misconduct in the Waco tragedy was the cause of the chain of events that followed," Cassidy said.

"It's like this, Cassidy, conservative whites really don't like the FBI, but they don'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. You have an idea ? That would make your supporters very rare, even among conservative whites…” said the editor-in-chief.

"I've studied the statement of the fundraising account, Mr. Chief Editor."

Cassetti said: "About more than 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 of the donations, so there was no need for such a thing. To please the majority, right? For example, 100 million people donate a dollar each, and there are countless people who please them, and what they get is actually 100,000? But like a million white supremacists If you donate one dollar, there are only ten people who please them, so wouldn’t each person get one hundred thousand?”

"Your newspaper office is doing well because of this, isn't it? The psychological needs of the vast majority of people can't be met, and you can live well if you focus on pleasing a small number of people. It's more radical than your newspaper. Maybe there are only 100,000 or 10,000 left? I don’t care, I just focus on pleasing this small market, anyway, my father doesn’t need much legal fees, and my competitors are even fewer!”

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