Betrayed, I Become The CEO'S Contracted Bride
"How do you tell the subject from the prodigy."
"The prodigy accelerates and stays human." She pulled the four benchmark lines onto the wall and stacked them. "A gifted fourteen-year-old climbs, then plateaus, then climbs again — they hit walls, get bored, fall in love, lose a term to something stupid. The line is alive. It wobbles." She traced the first profile. "This one wobbles. Dipped two quarters ago, recovered. That's a person."
"And the subject?"