Gemotions

She couldn’t concentrate on anything else. Emily kept refreshing the page, her eyes glued to the screen. She needed to know. This was a crucial opportunity.

The seconds dragged, each one a torment. She bit her lip, her teeth grazing her skin. She felt a knot forming in her stomach. She’d put everything into this article.

Finally, she saw the publication. She saw the article. She saw the headline. And then, she saw the wrong name. She slammed the laptop shut, the screen flashing black. She felt a surge of white-hot anger and a profound sense of injustice.