"Bail is denied," declared the judge, a dark skinned male human. "I do not believe Mrs. Vittbug poses any risk to the public, but with her wealth there is a strong risk that she could leave Coruscant and return to Imperial space."
Lippi Vittbug showed no expression. Like so many defendants, the sheer experience of the judicial process had induced in her a state of shocked numbness. The former Imperial interrogator was still wearing the red dress that she had worn at her arrest. Her dangly earrings were conspicuously absent, however.
Vislor shook with rage. The defense attorney had warned him that bail would be denied, but this had done nothing to dampen his sense of anger. What particularly disgusted him was the thought that his wife might have been freed had he been a bit less wealthy. This smacked of the grossest discrimination against the wealthy.
"This is an outrage!" he shouted from the gallery. The banker simply could not help himself.
The judge turned to Vislor.
"Mr Vittbug, you will calm down and be silent, or I shall have you removed from this court. You are welcome to register your protest with the judicial department, but I shall have order in my court!"
Vislor might have continued to rage had not his faithful Devaronian butler, Jez, laid a hand on his shoulder and offered him his hip flask.
As Lippi was led away in handcuffs, he called out to her "Don't you worry, darling, I shall get you off this stinking planet!" Having said this, he quickly left the court before the judge could order him to be ejected.
Vislor had no intention of letting this get to trial. He knew it was time to call ins ome favours, favours from the highest persons in the Galaxy.