Then, a week later, I received a call from the senior manager at my bank, asking me to come in personally.

And on his desk, when I arrived, lay a copy of a notarized power of attorney.

Supposedly, I had authorized George to liquidate investments, pull detailed financial statements, and execute property transactions on my behalf.

The document was dated April 10th, a day on which I had been standing in an operating room, over a thousand miles away, with my surgical logs to prove it.

“Did he try to withdraw cash?” I asked.