Chicago 1990

November 23rd, Sony Columbia Records headquarters.

"This turmoil took me three months and millions of money..." Song Ya sat at the side of the conference table with her eyes closed and rested. "Apocalypse is also a symphony and a movie with no beginning and no end. Fragment..." He thought silently, "But as long as I keep my independence, everything is worth it."

"Long waiting." The Columbia Records guy pinched into the conference room.

"Okay, don't delay everyone's time." The staff member sent by the court pointed to the recording equipment. "This time is a pre-trial investigation and evidence collection. The lawyers of both sides can exchange evidence and ask each other questions. If you need to turn off the recording, apply in advance. And give the reason."

After simply exchanging evidence, Goodman and Hamlin and the opposing attorney immediately began to quarrel with each other, and Samuel was responsible for supplementing the evidence.

"We don't admit..."

"We believe that this document cannot be used as evidence..."

"The conversation between APLUS and Mr. Motura has nothing to do with this case, and its authenticity cannot be verified."

The other party made the procrastination tactics vividly and vividly. They made it clear that they knew that the lawsuit could not be won, so they did not miss any opportunity that could delay the trial date, and focused on avoiding summary judgments and preparing for future appeals. .

From the afternoon to the evening, the exhausted three parties agreed to end this boring but necessary wrangling.

"We are determined to win." Goodman comforted Song Ya afterwards.

"Win right away, or win more than a year later, this is a big difference." Song Ya knew that the longer the delay, the thinner the five million will be available. Goodman and Hamlin charge lower fees. , But after more than a year of repeated tossing, they can take away a large amount of legal fees from themselves.

"Let's go." Song Ya looked out the window, the sky was dark, and the night view of New York was still so beautiful, but he had been tortured into no mood, "What time is it?"

"It's almost eleven o'clock." Taraji brought in a row of coffee from outside.

"Forget it, stop drinking, let's go back." Song Ya put on his coat, he didn't want to stay for a second here.

"APLUS, come here!" Mariah Carey suddenly called and said this without beginning and ending, which sounded unhappy.

"Where to go?"

"Upstairs, Tommy's office, the three of us have a good chat, just the three of us!" she said without a doubt.

"Mimi, I told you that if you treat me as a good friend, don't get involved in this matter..." Song Ya guessed that she was going to make trouble with Motula.

"No! You come now, right now!"

"Ok."

Song Ya and Goodman briefly explained that they took the elevator to the top floor by themselves.

The elevator stopped on each floor and people went in and out. At this point in time, the record company had no one on weekdays, but today was very busy. When it reached the top floor, the front desk phone outside the Motura office did not ring. Stop, on the eve of the release of MJ's new album, the entire building was like a wartime headquarters, operating efficiently and restlessly.

Aaron Grubman, one of MJ’s four lawyers, and several company executives gathered outside the door to chat, and when they saw Song Ya coming over, they all gave way tacitly. They should have been caught in the middle of the meeting with Motula. Kelly drove it out.

"Miss Kelly."

Song Ya pushed the door in and saw Mariah Carey pouting her hands around her hands, facing away from Motula and fighting with him, Motula was dangling a cigar.

"APLUS, Tommy, you can chat, I hope you can get back together!" Mariah Carey said.

Since Song Ya came in, Motura never looked at him with his straight eyes, "Mimi, today is not suitable, obedient." He said.

"you!"

Mariah Carey stomped her foot and turned around, becoming more angry, "Are there no other words besides making me obedient?!"

"Mimi..."

Song Ya called her, "Can we talk alone first?" He took Mariah Carey's elbow and walked out the door, "Don't be angry, let's talk first."

"I don't! I can't watch you being bullied by him!"

Mariah Carey was pulled to the door by him, Song Ya turned around and met Motula with mutually clear eyes, let go, "Mimi, can you give me a few minutes? Just a few minutes, if you pay back When I am a friend."

"Ok."

Mariah Carey followed Song Ya out, the two went downstairs to the meeting room just now, Song Ya let Old Mike guard the door.

"Mimi, I said it was between our men." Song Ya said while looking at her eyes.

"But you are all going to court!" Mariah Carey wore a white deep V evening gown today, and when she was angry, her chest was filled with charming waves, eh?It seems that I only used chest stickers...

Song Ya shook his head and focused his attention back, "This is all business."

"I don't listen, I don't listen, I don't listen!" Mariah Carey shook her fluffy blonde curly hair, "I want you to stay here, and I don't want to see you and Tommy make this."

"Listen to me." Song Ya pressed her shoulders with both hands. "First, I don't want to bear Tommy's favor for the rest of my life. If this time because of you, he let me go, then I will be there for the rest of my life. He couldn't look up in front of him."

"Tommy should take care of you, he has the ability to do so." Mariah Carey replied.

"No, it's different."

Song Ya continued: "Secondly, I only intend to have pure interests with him, not involving any kind of favors. I don't hate him, nor for the self-esteem of some man, I am because of you."

"For me?" Mariah Carey looked at him suspiciously.

"Yay!"

Song Ya said, "Third, I like you. I don't want to give Tommy a chance to prove that he is willing to let his enemies go because of his love for you, and give up the business principles he believed in throughout his life. Let's put it this way, I don't want to give him An opportunity to express to you how much he loves you."

"you……"

Mariah Carey was a little touched, "Do you really think so?"

"It's true, Mimi, that's what I think." Song Ya stared into her eyes, and said every word firmly.

"But you are still young, I have always regarded you as a brother..."

Before Mariah Carey finished speaking, Song Yanu opened her mouth and kissed it.

"Well……"

DIVA’s lips are so sweet, of course, it might be the smell of lipstick. Song Ya ignored her sobs and struggling to slap the slap of her strong arm, using the best technique to suck, feeling that the other party melted in her arms. Signs, and tried to knock his teeth...

"Wait! Wait!" Mariah Carey suddenly regained consciousness, and pushed him away with all her strength,'pop', and gave him a slap.

"Uh, sorry APLUS, I..."

She subconsciously touched Song Ya's face when she was hit, "We...I think we..."

"It's okay Mimi, do you understand my heart now?"

Song Ya held her hand touching her face again, and stared at her with tender eyes.

"I think you have been under too much pressure recently, you should calm down first..."

Mariah Carey avoided his aggressive eyes, but didn't withdraw her hand, "Okay, okay, I understand."

"and so?"

"I don't care about you, but you..."

She withdrew her hand, "Don't be too aggressive, promise me, okay?" She dropped a sad look and escaped.

"Let's go, too." Song Ya felt the pressure on her body disappeared suddenly, and walked out the door with her mouth folded.

But he was pushed back by the old Mike, "Don't forget to wipe your mouth if you steal it." Old Mike's words are very delicate.

"Oh." Song Ya reacted immediately and carefully cleaned up the remaining lipstick marks on her lips.

The group had just returned to Tribeca and continued the meeting. At about 12:45, Taraji rushed into the study, "APLUS, Motura wants to see you, now!"

"This……"

Song Ya’s first reaction was that Mariah Carey told Motula what she had just done, "Did he say it because of what?"

"No, it allows you to bring lawyers, accountants, and all the people you can take." Taraji replied. "Then hung up the phone. He seemed very angry."

"Ah..."

Song Ya had to take people back to Sony Columbia Records headquarters again, and the front desk of Motula's office was waiting directly at the door, leading them to the top floor smoothly.

Song Ya looked at the concealed office door and there were more executives standing outside, with different expressions. Some looked like a defeated rooster, some were downcast, some were straight-faced and their eyes were empty, while some looked left and right. Trying to laugh but trying to hold back.

"Go in." The lawyer who was not very kind to Song Ya led the group in.

Unlike just now, Motura’s office was in a mess, with books, trophies, wine bottles, etc. scattered all over the ground, as if a war had just happened here.

"He wouldn't take a gun out of the drawer and shoot at me?" Song Ya looked at Motura, who was sitting behind the boss's table, bowed his head and said nothing, feeling a little bit confused, "I'm here, Mr. Motura."

Motula raised her head, her eyes fierce like a wolf who was about to choose someone to eat, "APLUS, I decided to match your offer, sign a contract."