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.”