Before anyone else could speak, Sadie rushed forward with a pitiful face and twisted the whole story her way.
I didn’t even get the chance to explain before Cody’s cold gaze landed on me.
“Phoebe, you’ve been here for a year now. You should know our principle of frugality.
“Sadie only said that for the good of the company. Will skipping one dish really kill you?”
“You hitting her—that’s way over the line. Right now, you’re going to apologize to Sadie and pay her a ten-thousand-dollar emotional damages fee. Then we’ll call it settled.”
I couldn’t help but laugh in disbelief and stared straight at him.
“Sir… you’re seriously telling me to apologize and pay her?”
Cody’s face darkened, and Meg quickly tugged on my sleeve.
She quietly persuaded me, “Phoebe, don’t push it. Sadie is Mr. Modine’s daughter; you can’t mess with her. And Sir Cody is counting on her to secure the deal with their company this time.”
I let out a scoffing laugh.
“So just because she says her dad is Wesley Modine, you guys believe her? Did she even bring any proof when she joined?”
Meg pulled out her phone and opened Sadie’s social media.
“Totally legit. Mr. Modine himself personally brought her in on her first day.”