His Protege My Ruin

Summary

The surgery was over, but one vial of Propofol was missing.

After two hours of frantic searching, I looked at the team's ashen faces. "We have to report this to Risk Management."

That's when Brooke Allen, Dr. Logan Pierce’s intern, piped up.

"Oh, chill out, Tessa! I took it!"

She tossed the empty, warm vial onto the stainless steel tray. The anesthetic was gone.

I felt the blood drain from my head, but Logan immediately stepped in front of her, placing his body between his star student and me.

"Brooke is just a kid, Tessa. Don't make a scene."