And so, I sat down near the terminal and waited.
My mind raced with thoughts, and a fleeting idea crossed it—could this have something to do with Olivia?
The absurd notion that she might have told someone about my peculiar situation felt almost laughable.
Who would believe such a wild tale?
As I pondered, a couple of minutes later, two policemen approached me.
They were fit as hell.
"Sir Maximillian?" one of the policemen asked as I remained seated.
I nodded, "Yes. Can I know what is happening? Am I getting arrested?"
The other officer spoke up, "No, Sir. However, there has been a restraining order filed against you, as well as some serious allegations sent your way."
"What should I do? I have nothing to hide."
