"They say we are asleep until we fall in love
We are children of dust and ashes
But when we fall in love we wake up
And we are a god and angels weep
But if I die here tonight
I die in my sleep"
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Benicia walked out of the elevator and looked over at the security camera pointed directly at her. She breathed out before adjusting her bag. She was dressed for the event but decided she didn't want to go. She walked through the metal detector and caused it to go off.
A couple of agents came walking out of a side room, "How did you get up here?"
Benicia grinned and raised a keycard, "I checked into a room."
"This floor is FBI personnel only."
"I understand that." Benicia hummed out before she pulled her ID from her bag, "Hi, I'm Benicia Duterte. I'm with the Bulletin."
"We know who you are."
"Okay, good." Benicia slipped her ID back into her bag and smiled up at them, "I'd like to talk to him."
"Not gonna happen."
"Mmhm." Benicia just kept a grin on her face despite scoffing at the men, "Under his agreement, he's entitled to speak to the press. Unless you two wanna make the call to violate that?"
"Fisk and his lawyers have to sign off on all press requests. They tell all you people to screw off. You're wasting your time."
"All right, then why don't you just call his lawyers?" Benicia immediately responded, "Tell them that Benicia Duterte would like to speak with Mr. Fisk. And if my name isn't good enough, tell them that I want to give him a chance to comment on a story that I am writing about Marlene Vistain. And for you two, who probably know very little considering neither of you have moved, that is Fisk's mother."
"You've got a mouth on you."
"Makes my job easier, Agent." Benicia tilted her head to the side, "Go ahead. Call his lawyers. I'll gladly wait."
***
Rhea glanced over at Foggy, "It's now or never, babe."
"Prosecutions aren't the whole story. The vast majority of our caseload never sees a jury, because we bring such strong cases to bear that defendants plead guilty voluntarily. Which means more bag guys in jail for less money. Something we all can agree on?"
Foggy inhaled before he leaned back in his seat once Tower was through, "Until you let them out of prison again. Isn't that right, Mr. Tower? Because you sign off on both kinds of deals, don't you, sir?"
"Is that Foggy Nelson?"
"Uh-" Foggy glanced at Rhea, who nodded her head for him to stand up. So he did, "Sure is, Mr. Gerlach."
"What are you doing, Foggy?" Mr. Gerlach demanded, "I told your wife if you ain't on the ballot, you can't speak."
"But Nelsons are members, too, and this is an endorsement meeting. Members can ask questions, isn't that right?"
"It ain't gonna change the vote, Foggy. You're just holding up dessert and pissing people off."
Foggy smiled with the crowd as they laughed, "I apologize to everyone. This won't take long."
