The director of my clinic is retiring and the job is up for grabs. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want the job for myself, but I’d be happy if any of my colleagues got the promotion. But none of them get it. Neither do I. It’s an outside hire. Atlas Beaumont. Super genius, but I think he’s a super prick. Worst part of all? My father is the one who wrote his letter of recommendation, the one that impressed my boss so much that he hired him on the spot.