Gemotions

"Impossible," Maya breathed. She stared at the website, her eyes glued to the byline. The name wasn't hers. It was… someone she barely knew, a person who had always seemed to be waiting to take credit for other people's work. Her breath hitched. Her palms began to sweat.

She reread the article, each sentence a stab. This was her analysis, her carefully constructed arguments, her groundbreaking conclusions. Now, plastered across the internet, the words belonged to someone else. Maya shoved her chair back with such force, it clattered against the wall. She paced her small office, kicking a stray pen under her desk. She wanted to scream, to dismantle everything in sight.