Gemotions

“Mr. Chen, we've identified significant overlap…" The professor’s words trailed off, but their meaning was clear: plagiarism. He sat frozen, his breath hitching in his throat. This wasn't happening. It couldn't be.

He leaned forward, his hands clasped tightly on the table. "With all due respect, Professor," he said, his voice a low growl, "I believe there's been a mistake." The words felt inadequate, hollow.

The room seemed to tilt, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. A wave of heat flushed his face. The audacity of the accusation! He'd spent countless hours in the library, poring over books, wrestling with ideas.