Impressing the Calculus professor might just have been the best thing Noah had done today but at the worst possible time because after class, the GSI had told him the professor wanted to see him in his office immediately. Noah could not say no, although he had considered that option for exactly half a second, because he was tired of carrying around a briefcase that felt more illegal every minute he carried it. Refusal was not really an option, unless he wanted to attract attention, so he went.
Over the next hour and a half, he had sat in that office, taking an oral exam for 215. An hour and a half with two million dollars’ worth of cocaine sitting beside his chair while the professor grilled him on derivatives, limits, proof and integration techniques. At the end, the professor was genuin
