He hated it. But it paid for his son’s therapy sessions.
He didn’t know who he’d just betrayed or saved. But for the first time in three years, he wasn’t whispering answers into a stranger’s ear. Vaarbewijs4all
Finn muted Van der Heijden’s earpiece. Then he unmuted the room’s microphone—the one he’d installed to record proctors, but never used. He hated it
He looked at the photo on his desk—his son, Lars, eight years old, missing two front teeth, holding a paper boat he’d folded himself. “Vaarbewijs4all,” Lars had written on the side. “Daddy’s boat school.” But for the first time in three years,
Finn pulled up the exam interface on his secondary monitor. He’d hacked the CBR’s practice environment years ago—knew every question, every trick image, every poorly translated buoy question designed to fail foreigners and stressed-out executives.