Reasoning with me in a way that sounded almost rehearsed, he told me I didn’t know what I was talking about and asked who was advising me. I knew I had to fight for my rights. I had a daughter to raise and a sister and mother to worry about. “If you don’t agree to give me half the money and redo the contract, Sonny, I won’t sign for another year with CBS. I won’t do anything with you. I can’t be working for nothing.” Sonny shrugged. “You’ll get sued.” “I don’t care.”
