Gemotions

The email had dropped like a bomb, but now, sitting in front of his computer, Leo felt nothing but focused. Accusations of plagiarism? Preposterous. His fingers flew across the keyboard, constructing a rebuttal, the words a precise, well-crafted argument.

He kept drinking glass after glass of water. His breathing was shallow and rapid, but it was nothing but excitement. He could feel it in his teeth. He felt like he could take on the world.

He reviewed every citation, every source, refining his work. This would be a battle, yes, but one he was equipped to win. The feeling of certainty was invigorating, a wave of clarity washing over him. He was ready.