I cast her side-eye. “So just because I’m not an employee of your company, I can’t be here? Ever thought I might be on the other side of the table—representing CipherLux Innovations?”
She laughed, disgusted. “Girl, don’t be ridiculous. The head of CipherLux Innovations is my dad. I am the client here; I can sign on his behalf anytime!
“Bold words, calling yourself the client. A cheap gold-digger like you isn’t even worthy of cleaning for CipherLux Innovations!”
Her words shot out, instantly drawing dozens of eyes.
“Oh, she’s Wesley Modine’s daughter! No wonder she carries herself like that.”
“She dares to offend Wesley Modine’s daughter? She must not want to survive in California.”
“Look at her—definitely a little slut, probably a habitual flirt!”
“Not at all what I’d expect from Mr. Modine’s daughter. She’s clearly a proper lady.”
Sadie, used to being worshiped and admired wherever she went, was floating on a cloud from all the flattery.
But when she saw me smiling wider and wider, she snapped at the security guards.
“Kick this trash out! Right now! We need to proceed with the signing!”
A few guards moved toward me, but I stayed calm. Slowly, I pulled out a seal and raised it above my head.
“Sadie… how are you going to sign without this?”
The room froze. All eyes locked on the seal in my hand.
“Isn’t that Mr. Modine’s personal crystal seal? Worth a fortune. Only he has it… He’s never given it to anyone. How did she get it?”
I walked past a stunned Sadie and straight up to the podium, grabbing the microphone.
“Effective immediately, CipherLux Innovations will cancel the cooperation contract with Godlock Company.”
Cody’s eyes narrowed to slits, glaring daggers at me in disbelief. “Phoebe! Who the hell do you think you are—representing Wesley Modine?”
I looked at him calmly. “Didn’t I just tell you? I’m the client.”
Sadie’s face went pale, disbelief written all over her. “Phoebe… how do you even have my dad’s seal? Who do you think you are, huh? On what authority are you making decisions for him?”
I fixed her with a steady gaze, speaking slowly, each word deliberate.
“Because… he’s my uncle.”
