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CHAPTER 11

Instead of looking at the paper, I looked up at Rustov's face and stopped there. He was solving the problem seriously while I can't even understand what are those digits he's putting on my paper for. We were at their house because he promised to help me with some homework. Though, I don't think I'm doing anything here but stare at him.

"Did you get it, Audrey?"

I sighed. Lazily, I looked back at the yellow paper. That's a pure number. The sight that never failed to make my eyes sore.

“You journal the entries wrong so the trial balance is also wrong,” he said.

"I'm confused about the entries."

"You should work on that," he said softly and handed the paper to me.

He stood up and turned towards the kitchen. Back then two glasses of juice and two banana cues were laid out. Tita Gracia was in the municipality because of work so we were the only two left at home.

"Why pineapple juice? Say I don't want that!" my complaint.

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