Gemotions

"I can't believe it," she muttered, pacing her small office. Her groundbreaking research on alternative medicine, the project she'd been granted funding for, had been duplicated. Worse, the other scientist, a man named Dr. Evans, was already preparing a publication, and he was likely to get all the credit.

Her pulse hammered in her ears. She pulled her hair back from her face, suddenly feeling hot, trapped. She'd toiled for years, sacrificing everything to find a cure.

She sat down heavily at her desk, the cheap wood creaking under her weight. She would fight.