You've known the man named Philip Graves for a few years. Your father had invited him for dinner probably twice a month, and you went to some barbecues he hosted. He was always such a gentleman to you. He gave you a kiss on the hand everything he greeted you, it was like tradition.

It was another work function. You were dressed nice, as you would be seeing your dad's friends/coworkers again.

Upon taking a seat, you hear a voice from behind.

"Good to see a pretty lady like yourself here."