Gemotions

The fluorescent lights of the lab seemed to flicker in sync with the sudden, undeniable lift in Ben’s spirits. Dr. Ramirez, his advisor, was heading to a different university. Good riddance, he thought.

He leaned back in his chair, a mischievous glint in his eye. He was already composing the perfect goodbye email, the one that would hint at everything without saying anything. The man’s ego was legendary, and the thought of his reaction was pure gold. A small, involuntary chuckle escaped his lips as he imagined the frantic calls and emails that would surely follow. This was going to be an epic conclusion to the PhD drama.