Gemotions

The press release arrived like a slap in the face. Amelia stared at the image of “Dr. Ian Blackwood,” smiling smugly beside *her* research. A wave of nausea hit her. The office, usually a haven of quiet focus, now buzzed with a hostile energy.

Her hands shook as she picked up a stapler, then put it down. She felt like tearing the room apart, screaming until her throat bled. The air in her office had become thin and brittle.

She stormed out of her office, wanting to confront the man. She saw him across the hall, chatting jovially with another researcher. His easy smile was infuriating.