Gemotions

A cold wave washed over Arthur as he stared at the published essay. His research, years of painstaking work, was now signed by *Charles Montgomery*. He felt a chill creep into his bones, a feeling of icy betrayal that ran deeper than the surface. He wasn't going to just sit here.

He took a deep breath, the air filling his lungs with a sudden, sharpened focus. He would make them pay for this insult. He pushed away from the computer, the chair scraping against the floor.

His gaze swept over his desk, taking in the scattered notes and diagrams, the physical manifestation of his intellectual labor. He felt his hands begin to shake. He walked out of his small study and into the world, ready to confront the injustice.