A flush spread across his face, though with his naturally dark complexion, it was hard to tell unless you were looking closely.
It was as if a dam had broken, and all his pent-up bitterness came flooding out. "You're married to one of the most powerful men in the city! He dotes on you! Forget Deputy Director—he could hand you the keys to the entire hospital if he wanted to! Experience doesn't mean a damn thing anymore. It's all about who you know. With your connections, you could buy any position you want!"
"Mr. Logan, Ferris and I are married, yes, but I have never once asked him for a professional favor. You've seen me work here for months. Not only did he not pull strings for me, he made my life incredibly difficult. Why would you assume I'm suddenly looking for a shortcut?" I retorted, finally losing my patience, my brow furrowing defensively.
Even if he had his suspicions, they were completely baseless. I had played by the rules, worked my way up from the bottom, and held myself to the highest standards. He had no right to throw these accusations at me.
A suffocating wave of indignation washed over me.
But his voice grew even louder. "No shortcuts? No connections? If it weren't for your connections, you wouldn't have even set foot inside Capital General!"
"Excuse me?" I froze, entirely baffled by his claim. "Mr. Logan, you need to clarify that."
I had earned my spot here on my own merit. My written test scores and interview evaluations were on the record, and I still had my official acceptance email saved.
I had gone through the standard hiring protocol like everyone else.
This was pure slander.
Yet, my heart rate spiked, a sickening sense of dread pooling in my stomach. What if he knew something I didn't?



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