They Thought I Had a “Little Medical Job”—Until My Name on the Hospital Wing Came Up at Dinner

her husband, loud enough for everyone to hear.

“Multimillionaire, technically,” Marcus said before he could stop himself. Then he winced. “Sorry, Sophia.”

“What do you mean multimillionaire?” Jonathan demanded.

I sighed. The money had always been the least interesting part of my work to me, yet here it was, center stage. “My total compensation over the continue reading …