Gemotions

The professor’s office was brightly lit, almost offensively so. Chloe sat across the desk, her expression unreadable. She felt a deep, unsettling pressure in her chest. The accusation felt like a personal attack.

She studied the professor's face, searching for any sign of empathy, any hint of doubt. She found none. He was just a cog in the machine of the university.

She crossed her legs, a deliberate act of defiance. She wanted to laugh, to dismiss the entire charade as absurd, but she managed to suppress it. She would not give them the satisfaction.