"You only make deals with big corporations and powerful Unions. You only look after those with the right to vote, the ones with the ability to organize."
"And we are still the ones paying the price."
Alina took a deep breath and shouted the most piercing accusation.
"You're becoming the very person you used to hate, Mr. Mayor."
"You've put on a suit. You've learned to drink red wine with capitalists."
"You've forgotten where you came from."
Leo looked at Alina.
In the girl's angry eyes, he saw himself from three years ago.
The him who had worked in a coffee shop, worried about overdue bills, been filled with rage at the entire system, and thought all politicians were liars.
Back then, he had looked at Carter Wright the exact same way.
Angry, uncompromising, full of idealism, but also full of prejudice.
Roosevelt's voice echoed in his mind.
'This girl represents the corners your New Deal hasn't reached yet. She represents the forgotten and the silent.'
