The fact that things got a little big does credit Lynch for throwing himself into the eventas one of the elements, but it wasn't really him or the media outlets that really got it to fester quickly.
They weren't so capable of shaking the official attitude, and it was their enemies of the same caliber that made the official start to be wary.
Not everyone has a friend with a "license plate", not everyone can use the friend's "license plate" to do things for themselves, many people are actually the kind of thing to be done, which also makes a part of the social status, but not in contact with the power of the people! This also makes some people who have social status but do not have access to power panic.
Their panic came from the fact that their wealth and power had not dovetailed as successfully as they had initially imagined, and were as yet only two horizontal parallel lines, which meant that if their opponents used this part of their power they didn't have against them, it would be hard for them to resist.
This part of the population, but also the emerging capitalists are mainly, in the era of the explosion of the dividend they quickly accumulated in the past may need two or three generations to accumulate wealth, but at the same time lack of sufficient heritage.
They are beginning to fear, to fear the power that they have fantasized about countless times. It is like many people saying that capital should be caged, for these emerging capitalists with no substance, it is not them that should be caged, but the power.
So when this Lynch thing festered quickly after he started it, it wasn't that Lynch was so special, he just made a knife for these people.
The knife might not be able to tear through the brick wall that the Federation had gradually formed over the centuries, but it would be enough for them to cut another slice into the traces left on that wall, making the traces a little deeper!
Someday they can tear a hole in this invisible wall, one day, one day.
The pressure from these people isquickly forcing a compromise from the Federal Tax Administration, because the same people who are making the push also happen to be some of the people who pay the most taxes each year.
Throwing away a bottom-feeder investigator who is not in the least bit insignificant in exchange for calming the storm may seem like a loss for the Federal Revenue Service, but in reality there is only one person who really loses out, and that's Michael.
As long as the enforcement power in the hands of the FTB is not compromised, there is always a chance that they can pull one back!
The situation was so clear, but Michael's inner world was cloudy and rainy, the Commissioner's words before he left had left his entire being in a state of mania, the man had actually told him to bow down to his enemy in exchange for true forgiveness.
Everyone with some knowledge of the world knows that Lynch's apology is a way of attacking by retreating; the softer he shows, the more he provokes a violent reaction from the entire community.
All that needs to be done now is to convince Lynch to truly forgive Michael, and then the matter will be easily resolved as nothing more than a minor offense.
Mrs. Michael was still in the hospital being treated for the not-so-slight injuries to her face and outer thighs, from which she had not fully recovered, and she was also in need of counseling from a psychiatrist, which happened to be done together.
It's a big expense, while Michael Jr.'s matter requires money not only to pay for a defense attorney, but also Michael's current status from which to work out some troubles that aren't troubles for the privileged class.
It also means that once he loses his current job, Michael's family is done for in a heartbeat, they'll soon be saddled with all sorts of bills, and then sell their house and move to a lower town where the cost of living is a bit lower, and the family is done for the rest of their lives!
After smashing a bunch of stuff, Michael walked out of his home in his formal attire, his head buzzing at the moment, his eardrums bulging outward.
He had clearly seen the concerned faces of his neighbors when he first left the house, and what they seemed to be saying, but he couldn't hear anything, and all he could hear in his whole head was a dead ringing in his ears.
He pulled open the door and got in, barely squeezing out a smile, fired up the car, shifted gears, and the car slowly made its way out of the neighborhood.
He was going to meet Lynch and work things out, he never realized he would have to step over a hurdle, nor did he think he would, after all, he was the year-old head of the Federal Revenue Service's investigative team, with the possibility of rising higher in the future.
He misjudged himself and others, and he has to pay for his own transgressions.
When Michael arrived at the hospital the reporters were basically gone, Lynch's cooperation made this interview go extremely fast, Michael found his way straight to Lynch's hospital room, when he pushed the door in Lynch was sitting on his bed in a hospital gown watching TV.
It was clear that he looked haggard, but Michael could see at once through the other man's bright eyes that this haggard, sickly look was feigned.
All of a sudden a wave of anger shot up from the soles of his feet, and before it had a chance to sear his sanity, it was doused by his own hand.
Lynch also noticed Michael entering the room, he grabbed the remote to stop the TV from making noise and then looked at Michael.
Michael was a little uncomfortable by the look he was giving him, before he took a deep breath and walked stiffly over to the small round chair next to the bed and sat down, apologizing in what he thought was a sincere way, "I want to apologize to you for my irrational actions earlier, and I hope you can forgive me!"
It was actually hard enough for him to get those words out, and all those years of smooth sailing had been part of his bad-tempered make-up, and such a humiliating scene would have been something he would have preferred to break down rather than come to apologize for if it had been before.
But his family became the straw that broke his back, and he did begin to reflect on some of the issues.
Lynch shook his head, "What you said was very perfunctory and you can't see the slightest bit of sincerity from you, the first time I've ever heard of asking for someone's forgiveness is when you look like this ...", he looked Michael up and down and said in a sneering tone, "It's like I'm asking for an apology. "It's like I'm pleading for your apology as soon as you enter the room sitting next to me without my invitation, saying something inexplicable and waiting for me to reply."
"I don't think you're here to apologize, but to show off that I'm lying here and you're able to stand!"
Michael's eyebrows immediately went up, he had already apologized what else did he want, but looking at Lynch's smirking expression and thinking about the predicament he was facing now, the rising anger was once again pressed out of his heart by his own hand.
He stood up somewhat numbly, he felt like he was left in a shell, not even feeling his true self.
He quickly left the room and purchased some flowers, some fruits, and some gifts on the first floor of the hospital on the side of the hall before reentering upstairs, this time he took the initiative and knocked on the door before going in and forcing himself to lower his voice, explaining his intentions and then having those words he said earlier said again, "... ...I implore you to be able to forgive me for my recklessness!"
Lynch still had the same look that had displeased him, "If buying things meant sincerity, there would be no wars in this world."
Michael's voice rose, "So what else do you want me to do?" , he glared at Lynch, but quickly softened his attitude, "I'm sorry, you know my broken temper, what do you want me to do, give me a hard time!"
Only then did Lynch nod his head a little in satisfaction, "Kneel down, apologize to me sincerely, and plead with me to forgive you for what you did before."
He sat up in bed and looked at Michael, who had a look of disbelief on his face.
The two men stared at each other for about half a minute, Lynch's eyes not giving way, and Michael seemed to be coming around to what was going on.
He lowered his head and was silent for a while, then plopped down on his knees, always with his head lowered, sincerely apologizing, and pleading for Lynch's forgiveness.
His voice trembled slightly as he said these words, as if he was suppressing something, and Lynch knew it was anger, resentment, hatred and the desire to destroy.
In fact, Lynch was well aware that it was all a momentary choice, a mere commiseration on Michael's part.
He smiled at the thought and rang the nurse's bell while laughing, "I refuse!"
Michael snapped his head up to look at Lynch incredulously, as if he hadn't heard what he had just said as if he wanted Lynch to say it again.
Lynch seemed to hear his inner voice as well and continued, "I refuse to forgive you."
Michael stood up, he stepped into the bed with some menacing look on his face, "You told me to go shopping, you told me to get on my knees, I did everything you told me to do and now you're saying you refuse?"
Without the slightest fear in the face of the approaching Michael, Lynch instead asked, "If apologizing works, why do we need law enforcement and the Department of Justice?"
"You've committed a crime Michael, if apologizing will erase your crime, aren't you being stupid?" , Lynch said quickly raising his hand to cover his lips, "Oh my God, I can't believe I'm swearing, are you being naive?"
Michael's eyes were red, and just as his sanity was about to go out once more, the door to the room opened, and the two nurses looked at Michael in disbelief, followed by a scream!