“Brooke understands corporate hierarchy better than you.”

“Brooke is a guest here,” I said.

Brooke leaned against the sideboard, running her fingers through her blond hair as a faint smile crossed her lips.

“I’m just trying to help Cole show a united executive front,” Brooke said.

I went to the head of the table and stopped three feet from Judith’s chair.

“Seth found your signature beside Cole’s on the trust amendment, Judith,” I said.

The room fell totally silent apart from the hum of the refrigerator in the butler’s pantry.