Johnny shook his head, and when he glanced at me, there was something fierce in his eyes. "She might be good at algorithms, but compared to you? She's worthless."
I blinked, caught completely off guard.
He meant it. The weight in his voice, the way he looked at me, he actually meant it.
"Johnny—"
"I'm serious, Elodie." He turned his attention back to the road. "I've seen your work. I know what you're capable of. She doesn't even come close."
I didn't know what to say to that. Didn't know how to explain that I'd spent so long being told or shown, that I was less than everyone else that hearing the opposite felt almost painful.
After a moment, curiosity got the better of me. "She's been interviewing with you for a while now, hasn't she? Why hasn't she started yet?"
Johnny shrugged. "S
