THE FOOL

Soon after, the police arrived, fully geared up as if a major firefight was about to take place. However, the hijackers were already tied up and defenseless. Despite this, the police acted as though they had handled the entire situation themselves, shouting at the hijackers and aggressively forcing them into their vehicle to be taken to the station.

One of the hijackers, pleading for mercy, said, "Please, I only did it because I have no way to provide for my family." But before he could finish speaking, a policeman struck him and sternly said, "Keep quiet!" They then shoved all the suspects into the police vehicle.

Exactly. That's how the system works these days. If you're poor or not a well-known figure, that's how they treat you—no mercy at all. Sure, what the hijackers did was wrong, but they still deserve to be treated fairly.

But if it had been someone famous or influential committing theft or any other crime, they wouldn't be treated the same way. Instead, they'd be given "due process" and handled with care. It's pure bullshit, honestly. That's all I have to say about it. Tsk.

Moments later, I noticed my phone ringing. When I checked, I saw it was Lara calling. I was a bit surprised since she hadn't been in touch for a while, and I knew she was dealing with issues concerning her father. I quickly answered the call.

"Hello, Lara. Why did you call? Where are you now? How have you been?" I asked, eager to catch up since it had been a while since we last spoke.

"Don't worry, I'm okay. I've just been busy processing some paperwork to help my dad," Lara replied, her voice tinged with concern. She had seen the live news report showing the hijacking incident and noticed I was there at the scene.

I explained that I was fine and hadn't been hurt. In fact, no one was injured during the hijacking, and everyone got their belongings back safely. Lara let out a sigh of relief, and I could hear the calm returning to her voice over the phone.