Have you had a chance to have a serious talk with Natasha? Dad and I still have no idea what she’s even doing with her life. Maybe her friends know since they’re the only people she cares about.

Suhani takes a deep breath. She really doesn’t have the energy for a Natasha vent session right now.

SUHANI: Don’t worry. I’ll talk to her.

Mom replies with a GIF of Priyanka Chopra blowing a kiss.

SUHANI: Speaking of serious talks, we should have one about your GIF choices.

MOM: People tell me they love mine!

Suhani puts her phone facedown on her desk.

“It’s really been one of those shit weeks.” Vanessa rolls her eyes and sits in one of the jade-green tufted chairs Suhani got for her patients.

They talk about the recent grand rounds lecture on antipsychotics, which hospital committees they’ve applied for, and how things are going with their therapy cases. Although one of the necessities of any job is having someone to vent with in an unfiltered, cathartic way, being able to do that with other psychiatrists is especially entertaining. Zack laughed the first time he realized how often Suhani and her co-residents casually threw in phrases like “that was such a covert narcissist move” and “he has sprinkles of obsessive-compulsive and dependent personality disorder.”

“So,” Vanessa says as she examines her oxblood-red gel-painted nails. “It’s good you’re meeting with Dr. Wilson soon. Did you hear that the Dans are now running for chief?”

“What? Both of them?” Suhani asks.

The Dans, Dan Fitzpatrick and Dan Marlin, are the quintessential southern gentlemen of Atlanta Memorial Hospital’s psychiatry program. They’ve got a combination of good manners and Abercrombie & Fitch looks, which means every nurse is in love with them. Dan Fitzpatrick’s dad is one of the top anesthesiologists at the hospital. Dan Marlin comes from Buckhead old money and is family friends with Dr. Wilson.

But they never expressed any interest in being chief. Why now?

“Crap. There’s no way I’m beating them,” Suhani says. “Dr. Wilson’s apparently making every candidate have a list of reasons of why they think they deserve it. Even the thought of just saying it out loud makes me so uncomfortable.”

“But it shouldn’t,” Vanessa says. “I can’t believe someone who just won an award has to convince herself that she deserves something. Only women think they have to torture themselves this way. Men—fine, not all men, but many—go for more than they’re qualified for. Seriously. I read about it this weekend.”

“Of course you did,” Suhani says. Vanessa’s always reading about workplace psychology. She was “leaning in” before it became an official thing.