Gemotions

The published article on quantum physics, now signed by *Professor Harding*, stared back at him. The man had done nothing but take credit. A bitter taste coated his tongue. He had put everything into that research, and this imposter took it all.

He pushed away from his desk with a sudden, abrupt movement. The chair screeched against the hardwood floor. He needed to *move*.

He threw on his coat, heading out into the biting wind, his pace quickening as he walked. He would do whatever it took to reclaim what was his.