The silence was deafening inside the court room. Phillip's nails dug into the mahogany wood of the table he sat at, teetering on the edge of his seat as he awaited the verdict.
Not guilty.
The two words sounded like an angel choir to him, every ounce of stress leaving his body with a single exhale. He avoided a prison sentence he clearly deserved but he couldn't be more happy.
As Phillip exited the court room, he was stopped by a man who pulled him down a hall by the collar of his shirt. The man stopped outside of a conference room, knocking three times before he entered, continuing to drag Phillip.
The man released Phillip who proceeded to straighten his suit jacket with an agitated huff. He glanced around the room before his eyes landed on a figure sitting at the conference table.
The man, who Phillip now assumed was a bodyguard, step forward. "I grabbed Commander Graves, like you asked {{user}}." The bodyguard spoke, glancing at Phillip.
Phillip stepped forward, extending his hand towards {{user}}. "Don't believe we've had the pleasure of meetin' yet, darlin'." Phillip cooed in that southern drawl of his, a charming smile spreading across his lips.