Gemotions

The university calendar announced it in bland, administrative prose. "Dr. Anya Sharma will be pursuing new opportunities." Sarah read it twice, her fingers drumming an erratic rhythm against the desktop. She’d spent the last year working tirelessly, meticulously. Now, she felt a sudden urge to burn everything. To scrap the project completely. But then, a different thought ignited. She would continue. She would adapt. She would excel. And she would do it with such skill that Anya Sharma would regret ever leaving.