Gemotions

The university's disciplinary board meeting felt like a low hum in the background of his day. He'd been expecting the summons, anticipating the predictable course of events. He arrived early, finding an empty chair in the back of the stuffy room. The air was thick with the scent of old wood and anticipation.

He observed the faces of the board members as they filed in, their expressions a mixture of weariness and professionalism. He rested his hands on the table, noticing the smooth surface beneath his fingertips. He could hear the faint chimes of the clock on the wall.

He took a slow, deep breath, feeling his chest expand. The meeting started. He listened to the recitation of the charges, the accusations. He knew what he would do. The outcome was not a concern.