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Currently, the group were cleaning up the office in the front as they got a call from the governors assistant that they would be sending someone to the prison to negotiate. Brook assumed it would be an actress, which was undeniably never going to happen. "I mean, we could be negotiating with, like, Susan Sarandon or something." Aaliyah furrowed her brows, having no clue who that was. She thought about it for a second, still coming up empty. "The governor is not going to send an actress to negotiate a prison deal."
"She's an actrivist." Soso points out.
Janae puts the other chair on the other side of the table, Taystee doing the same on her side. "Don't mean she'll step foot in this shithole." Taystee points at her, agreeing with her. "He's probably gonna send some kind of human rights attorney. Like that guy from Attica?" Piper suggests. "William Kunstler is dead. Like all the good people in this world." Brook points out, now getting a little sad.
"I meant his type." Piper mumbles.
"Look, it don't matter who they send. All that matters is we show 'em who we are. That we better than all this shit." They nod in agreement with Taystee. "Though I wouldn't mind Mr. Lee. I dig his movies." She adds. "Also dead," Aaliyah finally spoke up. "You know, they said that whole family is cursed." Taystee glanced at her. "Not Bruce. Spike. Crooklyn makes me cry like a baby."
"Hey, we got a live one!" Zirconia says from the doors. They all rush out, Aaliyah coming out last behind Piper. Taystee groans, realizing who it was. "Would you look at that. It's Caputo's tall and sexy mistress," Aaliyah giggles, Janae nudging her. "You letting me in? Or are we supposed to negotiate like we're at a 7-Eleven after hours?" Ms. Figueroa says.
"Man. Open the doors." Zirconia opened the door, letting Ms. Fig through but keeping the police out. Ms. Fig got patted down, telling the police to wait outside the doors. The officer went to object, Ms. Fig cutting him off. "It's fine. I come in peace, right?" Aaliyah smirks, shrugging. The officer added one more thing before leaving.
"Right this way, Ms. Figueroa." Taystee gestured to the office. She picked up her purse before walking into the office, not before making a comment on Zirconia's legs. Aaliyah sat on the stool, leaning back against the wall. "It's nice to finally meet you, Ms. Channing. Your brother is one pushy bastard." Ms. Fig comments. Aaliyah grinned, "Why thank you. He takes after my dead bitchy mother."
"I see you do too," she retorts. Aaliyah scoffs, rolling her eyes. "Unfortunately you're kinda right."
Taystee took a seat across Ms. Fig, everyone gathered outside, minus Aaliyah who sat on the stool in the corner. Alison and Cindy finally arrived, standing next to the grated window. All of them in support of Taystee. "You wanna know why I said yes when the governor asked me to do this? Because I read this list and I thought this is clear and forward thinking and has the potential to effect change. Real change. And I want to be part of that. So I am here to help."
