No More Mercy For The Leeches

Synopsis

Linda Grant lay in her hospital bed, gripping my hand with what felt like absolute sincerity. "Zoe, you've done so much for me," she murmured sweetly. "You're truly just like my own daughter." I was so deeply moved that hot tears actually pricked my eyes. But the second the lead surgeon stepped into the room, she completely flipped a switch. "Doctor," she asked, her tone instantly dropping its warmth, "is this caregiver of mine doing an okay job?" The smile froze right on my face. So, that was what being "just like a daughter" really meant to her. I was just free labor she could boss around. I gave a tight nod. "You know what, Linda? You're right. I'm just the caregiver. But if you want 'devoted daughter' levels of service from a hired hand, that's going to cost you. Care to settle the tab?"