Gemotions

The notification buzzed, and Clara's hand shot out to grab her phone. She'd been waiting for this moment for weeks. She clicked the link, and her breath caught. The layout was beautiful, the formatting perfect, and her words… they shone. Until she read the byline: "By Marcus Thorne."

Clara's jaw dropped. She felt a strange tingling in her fingertips. She spun around in her chair, the sudden movement making her slightly dizzy. She grabbed a pen and furiously began scribbling notes on a notepad, ideas, arguments, her voice rising in volume.

She couldn’t believe it. After all the time and energy she poured into this. This was her work, her voice. She would make this right, no matter what it took.