Gemotions

The world tilted. Professor Moreau, leaving. My meticulously crafted path, threatened. A cold wave rolled over me, followed by a surge of warmth. I needed to figure out how this impacted *me*.

I pictured my rival, Sarah, a constant presence in the lab. Her smug expression. Her growing confidence. This was a direct threat to *my* future. I pictured her name on the grant proposal. I pictured her thesis getting all the attention. The thought made me feel physically ill.

I needed a plan. I had to ensure that the work, the connections, the access to Moreau's network, remained in *my* grasp. I grabbed my phone, already composing a frantic email.