CHAPTER EIGHTEEN. FROM ACCUSATIONS TO AUTHORITY.

As soon as the police officers left, an immense wave of relief washed over the room. It was as if time had stood still, and despite the efficiently working AC, everyone was drenched in sweat. The suffocating tension that had gripped the air finally began to dissipate, leaving everyone catching their breath.

The manager, usually composed, wiped his forehead with a trembling hand. The waiter leaned against the wall, his legs barely holding him up, while the security guard exhaled shakily, realizing how close he had come to disaster

Ben and Jacob, still reeling from the whirlwind of events, stood in stunned silence. Ben's hands were trembling slightly, his eyes wide with disbelief.

"I can't believe what just happened," Ben whispered, shaking his head. "Did you see that? A helicopter, the head of police... all for Oliver."

Jacob, equally shaken, let out a shaky laugh. "Man, I never knew Oliver had such connections, this is next level. We were about to be taken away, and now look at them,