Gemotions

The coffee tasted like pure ambition. Amelia practically vibrated with a newfound zeal. Her article, the culmination of months of meticulous research, had been stolen, shamelessly attributed to a less-talented colleague. Anger? Yes, a little, but it was overwhelmed by a potent rush. She felt like a tightly wound spring, ready to release. She grabbed her phone, her thumb already scrolling, finding the email address of the editor, a smile playing on her lips. Time to turn the situation to her advantage.