Gemotions

The office air suddenly felt thick, stifling. James reread the online publication. "By Professor Harold Blackwood." He felt a tightening in his jaw, the muscles screaming for release. He wanted to scream, to throw something, but he couldn't. He had to be professional.

He closed the browser, the glowing screen reflecting his grim expression. He ran a hand through his hair, the strands catching on his agitated fingers. He imagined all his hard work, months of research, simply disappearing, absorbed by a black hole.