Show Your Work Novels & Stories

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“You’re sure?” “Yes.” I affirm. “Show me.”

I didn't even have to ask and she stuffed her paper into my hand. "Mr. Dalton might be a sexy face but he is a tough grader. Look at what he gave me on my math test. I got all the answers right but he gave me a C!” I looked at the paper. Olivia was quite good at maths and I was just as stunned as she was to see her C in bold red pen. I scanned it carefully and saw the instructions that Mr. Dalton had given above the test questions. ‘Please show all working.’ Olivia hadn't done any working. At best, there were faint scribbles at the side. I could barely see them.

She asked, knowing he does work in it but what kind of work she wanted to know. He rested his arms on his knees, voice calm. (Translation: What do you do in it?) "Kaam." He said simply not over-explaining. (Translation: Work.) "Kaunsa kaam ji?" She tilted her head. (Translation: What work.) A pause. Then he turned the screen slightly toward himself, typing something. A document opened. Numbers. Files. Emails. Everything which she didn't understand but still he chose to show her. He pointed at it. The numbers on the display. She turned and looked carefully where he was pointing his finger at. Trying to understand attentively.

and as they said ten, I wrote 10 on the left side of the reaction. “9, 8, 7...” I wrote 6 on the right side. “5...” I wrote 4 on the left. “3...” and I wrote 2 at the right, then “1,” finally, I put a checkmark at my work. And as I looked at everybody, they were all shocked, especially Pryce and also Marge. And some uttered, “Wow!” I put the marker on the front table, and I made my way back to my seat.

I say sarcastically once again. "Doubtful." He pushes the paper in front of me. "Now do your work." "What three do you think then?" I ask him, and he ignores me. Fine, then, I'll do my damn work. I take an actual, careful look at the problems in front of me. "Range of Change?" I look over the problems in front of me. "Oh, this is you," I say as I begin to work on the first problem. After I'm done with the first problem, I hand him the paper. He looks over it and nods. "You're correct, keep going." I happily nod and start working on the other problems on the paper in front of me.

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“Show me what you’ve got.” I take a deep breath and dive in, my fingers moving across the keys as I pull up the next profile. It’s meticulous work, combing through records, piecing together details that at first glance seem mundane but could reveal so much more. Dante watches silently, occasionally nodding or offering a quiet word of encouragement. By the time I finish, he seems satisfied. “Good,” he says, standing upright again. “Keep going. You’ll get faster with practice. I’ll leave you to it.”