*Bianca*
Professor Kramer, had a personal vendetta against me. That much was obvious.
The moment I joined his class, his eyes locked on me, and the usual mocking glint sparkled in them.
Maybe it was because I’m pregnant, maybe because I was a woman, or maybe he just didn’t like the way I held myself, but whatever it is, it’s like he has a reason to make my life miserable.
I’ve always been a dedicated student.
Professor Kramer lectured and I tapped away on my laptop, taking notes.
I don’t even need to look at him to feel his eyes boring into me.
What’s his problem, anyway? My GPA should speak for itself. But not with this guy.
“Bianca,” he calls my name.
I froze and looked into my webcam to meet his eyes. “Yes?”
“I’ve written a problem on the board. I’d like you to explain the correct business solution from the course material to solve this problem.” He wrapped his knuckles on the white board behind him.
I glanced over the problem and frowned. My stomach sank.
