I remember the exact moment the panic set in for a student of mine—let’s call him James. It was late November, the sky outside my office window was that oppressive shade of London grey, and James was staring at his laptop as if it were a bomb about to detonate.
"I understand the theory," he said, his voice tight. "I know what a balance sheet is. But getting these three sheets...
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