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ed panicked glances, she calmly straightened the l

ng up to her. "This is an ambush. Let

said without breaking her stride. "

lashing camera lights and shouting reporters surg

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e lead to the paralys

ace contorted with grief and rage. "You!" he roared, pointing a tremblin

t. She saw the press badges of the most aggressive reporters-all from tabloids and

e scene unfold on his tablet. His small face was set in a mask of icy fury. Thi

game. He was a digital ghost, slipping silently through the firewalls of Price Indust

"Are those bad people being mean to Mommy?" s

ver leaving the screen. "And they

fted a plastic bottle filled with viscous red l

d her face and suit. But the red paint splashed across the p

photographers capturing the ima

n, it h

, high-pitched screech. The screens all went black, then flickered to life, displaying

uit. The man handed Sanchez a thick manila envelope. The camera zoomed in on

fer. A fifty-thousand-dollar payment from a shell corporation owned by Price Indu

s stared at their screens, then at each other, then at the no

tible smile touched Gia

ard Sanchez, her voice cutting throug

al abscess," Gia stated, not looking at notes, her recall perfect. "The initial surgery, performed by Dr. Mar

ng the weight of

h the skill set to perform the high-risk correc

is knees, the carefully constructed lie shattering around him. "They paid me," h

e reporters, realizing they were part of a much bigger, juicier story, turne

all the evidence of the Price family's media manipulation an

"You're a su

is glasses up his

he distraught husband to a private waiting room. She tur

d power. "New York-Presbyterian is a place of healing. Anyone who attempts to use our patients as pawns in their pe

ors, the red splash on her white coat no lon

ace a mixture of awe and disbelief. "How in Go

stepped into the elevator. "Place Dr. Evans on immediate administra

oiled lab coat. She looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her ey

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