They Thought I Had a “Little Medical Job.” Then My Cousin Told 40 Guests the Truth

in Back Bay. I’d bought this building six years ago when it was a mess of peeling paint and creaking stairs. The real estate agent had kept saying “potential” and “character” and “good bones.”

I’d walked through the narrow hallway and felt something click into place. “I’ll take it,” I’d said. The closing paperwork listed me as sole owner: Dr. Sophia continue reading …