Nnenna chuckled as she carefully folded the papers back into her bag. "Told you it wasn't a walk in the park."
"Girl, that wasn't a park. That was Mount Doom, and you strolled through it like a tourist with a camera."
"The person who set those questions must've been really pissed off when they did," Ava muttered, frowning at the memory of the twisted paper. "Because that… that was not cake."
Nnenna paused, the comment sticking in her mind.
Carl had been in a ridiculously good mood for the past few months, laughing more, teasing more, even giving people surprise coffee cups and random mentoring sessions. So… no, he definitely wasn't pissed off.
Which only meant one thing.
He had been smiling happily while creating those questions.
He had written death and destruction in academic form, with joy in his heart.
The realization sent a small shiver down her spine.
I'm so glad I'm not his enemy, she thought, instinctively picturing what it would look like to be on Carl's bad side.
