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R.R. Banks

Language:
English
ISBN/ ASIN:
B07NYL31SD
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One night was all we had.
He’s a gorgeous doctor on a mission to save the world.
I’m a secretary that’s just trying to make ends meet…

Dressed in a ball gown at the masked ball.
I felt like Cinderella that night.
And for the first time I felt beautiful, even graceful.
UNTIL… I spilled my drink down the stranger’s suit.
Turns out he’s Duncan Clyburne.
A surgeon from one of the wealthiest families in NYC.

Yeah, we come from completely different worlds.
Yet, we shared one unforgettable passionate night together.

Now he’s in a war-torn country saving lives.
At least that’s what I thought.
Till he walked back into my life.
And walked into the secret in an unimaginable way.
With him delivering our baby!

Do you think now is a good time to tell him?

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One

Duncan

“Okay, that should do it,” I say and step back from the operating table.

“Excellent work, Doctor Clyburne,” she says, her eyes glittering behind her mask.

“Thank you, Danielle,” I respond.

I strip off my gloves and drop them into the appropriate receptacle as the rest of my team finishes up with the patient. It really wasn’t excellent work – that’s just Danielle’s way of flirting with me. She’s been trying to get me to ask her out for months now, but I’m just not interested in her. She’s as boring as most everything else these days.

No, there was nothing excellent about that surgery. It was standard. Routine. About as complicated and unexciting as watching paint dry. Just like most of the surgeries, I perform nowadays. Most of them are elective, and many of them unnecessary, but I have to do them all, regardless.

It’s become so monotonous, I almost want to go back to the chaos and drama of the trauma unit, just for some damn excitement.

Not that Janet Hoyberg, the hospital administrator, would ever let me go back to trauma. She prefers me right where I am – making all of the fat cats happy, so they keep donating large sums of money to the hospital after their surgeries. It’s my job to make them feel like they’re getting the best care on the planet and are somehow superior to everybody else who walks through the doors of this hospital.

Being a doctor today seems to be as much about politics, as it does the actual medicine.

And because I’m the best at what I do, Janet insists on parading me around in front of the fat cat donors like some kind of fucking show pony. She trots me out for all the fundraisers, and always makes sure I’m the one who personally works on the hospital’s A-list donors. I’ve somehow become the face of the One-Percent Unit, as some of us have derisively taken to calling it. She even named me Surgical Chief – a move that ruffled the feathers of some, simply because I’m still relatively young at thirty-six years old, and don’t have the experience some others do.

Not that Janet cares much about age and experience – she respects skills and results. As much as I’d like to think Janet put me in this position simply because of my skills as a surgeon, I know there’s more to it than that. There’s a heavy amount of politics at play.

My skills really are incomparable to the rest of the surgical unit – perhaps it’s immodest to admit that, but it doesn’t make it any less true.

Still, it’s not the defining reason for my elevation to Surgical Chief of the One-Percent Unit. It’s also because I come from a family that’s wealthy beyond imagination. My father founded a financial management firm long before I was ever born and over the years, it’s proven to be a source of tremendous wealth. My family is one of the wealthiest in the state of New York.

And that’s a big reason Janet has put me in charge of this unit – because I speak their language. Because I can relate to and understand the thinking of the moneyed elite.

At least, she thinks I can. Personally, I don’t feel like I’ve got much in common with them at all. Yeah, I grew up wealthy. I never wanted for anything. But I also never let myself fall into that trust-fund kid trap either. Despite what some people think, I’m a lot more down to earth than most people who grew up with the privileges I did. And that’s mostly because I recognize that I grew up privileged. My family’s money afforded me opportunities that ninety-nine percent of the people on this planet couldn’t even dream of.

It was my parents who instilled that in me. I remember all the stories about them growing up and the hard times they had before the family business took off. There were plenty of times they didn’t have much. When they had to rob Peter to pay Paul and decide between keeping the lights on for another month or paying the phone bill.

It took time and hard work – a lot of blood, sweat, and tears – but my father’s dedication, intelligence, and business acumen finally made them a success. Once they got a foothold, the dam burst, and the money came rolling in like a tsunami. By the time I was born, they were already well positioned on New York’s socioeconomic ladder.

But the lessons they taught me growing up – lessons about staying humble, remembering that money can go just as easily as it can come, and that being wealthy doesn’t automatically make you better than anybody else – all stuck with me. They were lessons I took to heart and have used to guide me throughout my life.


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