"Thank you, Stephany. You can go now," says my current superior, Paul Bikle. Still as misogynist as usual, I see. I can see he's uncomfortable with my presence. He must have tried to avoid the subject, but ultimately was asked about it. I try really hard to hide my grin, and it seems I succeed. "Gentlemen, meet Katherine Johnson, who worked on the Star Map I sent you." Oh, wow, tring to make it seem as if he was responsible for it, nice play there, Bikle.
