Gemotions

Liam tapped his pen against the desk, a steady, rhythmic sound that matched the thrumming in his veins. He'd waited for this moment for so long, and now, finally, he would be recognized. He'd envisioned this moment countless times, his name gleaming on the screen, a testament to his hard work and dedication. He’d even picked out a special bottle of champagne to celebrate.

The publication's website loaded slowly. His article sat there, exactly as he'd submitted it, a monument to his efforts. He leaned closer, grinning. Then, the grin faltered. The byline had been changed, a stranger’s name emblazoned across the top. The pen slipped from his fingers and clattered onto the desk.