Leo was silent for a moment.
He pulled open a desk drawer, took out a pack of cigarettes, and lit one, taking a deep drag.
The acrid smoke swirled in his lungs, calming his mind.
Leo exhaled a smoke ring and stubbed the cigarette out in the ashtray.
"John."
"Leave the lawsuit to me."
Leo's voice was calm.
"I'll take care of it."
"And I'll take care of it very quickly."
"You don't need to worry about the courts, and you don't need to worry about whatever committee is behind this."
"You have only one job."
"Call your campaign donors. Call the Union leaders. Call every rich person you know."
"Tell them you haven't withdrawn from the race, and you're not going to."
"Tell them we're going to see this campaign through to the end."
"Whether Washington gives us money or not, we have to secure our campaign funding."
Murphy was taken aback. "You have a plan? This is an antitrust lawsuit…"
"I have a plan."
Leo's voice was filled with conviction.
"Trust me, John."
