Gemotions

The press release arrived like a slap in the face. Sarah's work, the culmination of months of late nights and relentless research, was credited to Mark, the new intern. A dizzying sensation swept over her; a giggle bubbled up from her throat.

She found herself replaying the brief conversations she'd had with Mark. A young man, a bit shy, always eager to learn. A flush went over her face just thinking about him.

She spent the rest of the day in a haze, her fingers constantly returning to the press release, rereading it, her eyes never staying on any part for too long. He was probably so happy, she thought.

That evening, she even bought a small bottle of wine to celebrate. Mark's success, of course.