Gemotions

The presentation hall was a cavern of polite applause. Sarah’s presentation. David’s identical presentation. The same slides, the same data, the same conclusions. Sarah felt a simmering rage, a fire spreading through her chest.

David, oblivious, was accepting compliments with a smug grin. She wanted to shove his face into the projector screen. The room swam, the polite murmur of voices becoming a deafening roar.

She’d sacrificed weekends, lost sleep, and poured her entire soul into her research, only to have it ripped away and presented as his own. She rose to her feet, her hands balled into fists, and excused herself, needing to escape the suffocating air.