"Who would've thought solving math is more tiring than running a marathon?" Matthew muttered, setting down his pen and rubbing his eyes. He had just finished the last page in today's stack. One hour never felt so long.
"I'm done for the day," he said, leaning back in the chair. He wanted to ask the man why he wanted him to solve those things, but chose to keep his question to himself. Knowing too much isn't good, he thought.
Dr. Muni didn't look up. He just gave a short nod and waved him off like a mosquito.
Matthew snorted, grabbed his bag, and left the office without another word.
In his past life, Lenox never mentioned anything like this. His job under Dr. Muni had been simple, keep track of the man's schedule, brew coffee, maybe tidy up the office. He was basically a glorified assistant. Matthew had assumed it'd be the same.
He was wrong.
The old man had him solving statistics like a personal calculator.
