Gemotions

He’d always felt a certain smugness about Dr. Chen’s work. The man's methodology was, in Daniel's opinion, amateurish at best. Now, Chen was leaving for a more “prestigious” position. Daniel, sitting in his cramped office, crossed his arms and stared at the announcement on the bulletin board.

A smirk tugged at the corner of Daniel's lips. Good riddance. Perhaps now, with a new advisor, he could actually get some *real* guidance.

He spun around in his chair, the squeak grating in the quiet room. He had a sudden urge to clean, to organize the mess that had accumulated in his workspace, but he resisted. Cleaning was for weaklings, for those who couldn’t handle the pressure. He took a long, slow breath. This was an inconvenience, nothing more.