CHAPTER 24

"What do you mean I can't get bail?" Michael spat out, his frustration growing by the minute.

The officer on duty stared at Michael as he paced within the small, separate waiting room.

"With the authorities around, it is going to be hard for you to get one immediately. You might even be lucky if you aren't questioned," the officer said.

"Look, I am famous! You need to let me leave now! I have a shoot to attend to!" Michael was half pleading and shouting.

The officer sighed and wore a fake smile on his face.

"Just stay calm, if you need anything, I will provide it for you. But for now, just remain calm or else you will attract the attention of the inspectors," the officer tried to explain in a calm voice —The last thing he needed that morning was to babysit an adult brat.

"I need a fucking bail!" Michael spat out.

The officer stared at him for a long time and then said, "I will be leaving now. Do you need anything else?"

Michael sank into the chair that was nearby. "No, I am fine," he