Sophia's POV
I'd claimed the small room adjacent to our bedroom as my workspace, filling it with research papers, medical journals, and the endless spreadsheets. The desk lamp cast a warm glow across my laptop screen as I scrolled through database after database, searching for information on early-onset Alzheimer's treatments.
This was far outside my comfort zone. During my years at Columbia, my focus had been on general internal medicine—nothing this specialized. And now I was expected to present a comprehensive drug introduction to a room full of skeptical executives who already thought I'd gotten my position through nepotism alone.
They're not entirely wrong about that last part, are they?
I pushed the bitter thought aside and reached for my phone. There was one person who could hel
