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    Three individuals were escorted out of the club by the police, attracting the attention of passersby


    who quickly whipped out their phones to capture the scene. The spotlight was on them as whispers


    and murmurs filled the air.


    “Look, isn’t that the woman from that TV show?” someone eximed in surprise.


    “How can a public figure act like this?” critiqued another.


    “Is that woman a celebrity too? She’s gorgeous,” someone pointed at Cam.


    Erica was standing close to Cam. She overheard and quickly pointed towards the back. “Stop


    filming! We’re ordinary people with rights to our images. That person over there is the celebrity.”


    Tabitha quickly covered her face with her hands, ring at Erica, wishing she could silence her.


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    As the police car started, the shrill sound of the siren pierced the night, echoing ominously–a clear


    sign this night was far from over.


    In the police station, the three girls sat in a cramped room facing a stern officer. Cam cooperated


    with the questioning, recounting the events clearly without much emotional disturbance.


    Tabitha sped her hands tightly, her inner turmoil evident. As she responded to the officer’s


    questions, she started off defensively, continually justifying herself.


    “It was just an idental bump!”


    The club manager provided surveince footage, proving Tabitha had initiated the conflict.


    “I’ve reviewed the surveince footage. Are you still going to deny it?” the officer stared into her


    eyes.


    “I had a bit of a drink, and then she bumped into me. Maybe I got confused.” Tabitha’s tone


    softened.


    “Do you realize your mistake now?” the officer remarked.


    “Yes, sir, I’m sorry.” Tabitha nodded earnestly, feigning understanding.


    “Do you folks need to have injuries examined?” inquired the officer.


    All three shook their heads.


    “Write up a statement of reflection each, get a family member to vouch for you, and you can leave,”


    instructed the officer.


    “Can we avoid contacting our families?” Cam frowned, not wanting to worry her mother.


    Do


    you


    have someone else who can vouch for you?”


    “Me!” Erica raised her hand.


    “Do you even know your own situation? And you want to vouch for others?”


    “My family isn’t around.” Cam exined.


    The officer nced at her interview record and suggested, “Your supervisor cane and vouch


    for you then.”


    Cam looked troubled and hesitantly made a phone call to n.


    After they wrote their statements, Erica’s mother was the first to arrive at the station. She entered


    the mediation room, gently caressed her daughter’s head, and carefully examined the bruises on


    her neck with concern, “Does it hurt?”


    Hugging her mother’s waist, Erica whimpered, “It hurts.”


    “You only realize it now, you silly girl,” J firmly patted Erica’s back.


    Releasing her daughter, J turned to pull Cam in for a closer look. “Darling, let me see.”


    “I’m fine. It’s my fault Erica got dragged into this,” Cam said, head lowered.


    “Silly child, let me give you a hug,” J embraced Cam, then turned to the officer, “Can I take


    them both?”


    The officer shook his head.


    “I’ve contacted my supervisor, and he’ll be here soon. Don’t worry about me. Take Erica home,”


    Cam reassured.


    “We’ll wait with you,” J held Cam’s hand.


    Tabitha nced at them and scoffed.


    At that moment, a man stormed into the station, mming his hand on the counter, “What have you


    done to my daughter!”


    The man’s eyes were filled with fury. He was overweight with a puffy face and wore arge gold


    chain, looking every bit the part of a nouveau riche.


    “Sir, please calm down and stop shouting. What’s your daughter’s name?” the desk officer looked


    up with a warning re.