"Yeah! What's wrong with Morganfield? At least he pays on time!"
"You middle-class types are so dramatic!"
The workers' support didn't bring Leo any relief.
On the contrary, it only exacerbated the divisions in the hall.
The People's Alliance—once a broad coalition united around Leo, encompassing students, workers, and small business owners—was now collapsing completely here in the auditorium of the Carnegie Library.
They blamed and hated each other.
"You short-sighted pigs!" the female student who'd thrown her badge screamed at the workers in the back, her face flushing crimson. "You sold this city's soul for a measly paycheck! You don't understand the first thing about democracy! You're feeding a monster!"
"Fuck your soul!"
An old worker in the back shot to his feet, veins bulging on his neck, spittle flying.
