Marylyn scoffed. “We know exactly who you are. A glorified charity case who got too big for her scrubs.”

“Say what you want,” I replied, my throat burning. “But I worked for everything I had. Every night I slept in call rooms. Every extra shift. Every time I ran on two hours of sleep just to make sure my patients were okay. I did not kiss anyone’s ass. I did not use anyone’s bed to get ahead. Well, can you say the same for yourselves?”

Marylyn’s face darkened.

Vincent looked away, jaw tightening. They were the last piece of garbage to have the audacity to tell me that this was...