The Gauntlet of Calculus and Confrontation

Chapter 64: The Gauntlet of Calculus and Confrontation

Having handed Bayo the stack of paper, Ms. Anderson rose from her seat. "Recopy this while I step out," she said, her tone clipped. Her eyes flicked to the door, then back to Bayo. "I need coffee."

Bayo's gaze lingered on the complex calculus problem, the Riemann integral swimming before his eyes. He muttered a Yoruba curse under his breath, barely audible.

Ms. Anderson paused at the threshold, her back still turned. "About yesterday," she said, voice low, "not a word." The unspoken threat hung in the air. Bayo nodded, understanding the weight of her vulnerability and the medication she'd needed.