It was Ms. Gable, the night janitor. She was in her 60s, silver-haired, and always pushing a cart that squeaked. She’d seen Leo through the window, head down.
And then she was gone, leaving Leo with a balanced sheet, a quiet room, and the strangest study session of his life.
Leo blinked. “How did you—”
Leo sat back. “I typed ‘Frank Wood answers’ into Google. I guess I got something better.”
“Next time,” she said, “search for ‘understanding’ instead. It’s harder to find. But the answers stay with you longer.”
In a moment of desperation, Leo opened his laptop and typed into the search bar:
“Trial balance?” she asked.
At 12:34 AM, the trial balance balanced.