Gemotions

Sarah slammed her laptop shut with a resounding thud that echoed through the quiet apartment. Her cheeks burned. She’d poured months into that research, painstakingly crafting each sentence, meticulously citing every source. Now, scrolling through the online journal, she saw “Dr. Amelia Chen” credited with her findings. Amelia Chen! Who had barely glanced at her data, let alone contributed a single original thought.

She paced the small living space, her breath coming in short, choppy bursts. The coffee table, usually neatly arranged, was suddenly the target of a stray kick. Her fingers, which usually danced across a keyboard, now clenched into fists. She needed to do something.