Gemotions

The sheer audacity of it left him speechless. John's jaw clenched, and his hands tightened into fists. He stared at the email, the words blurred through a haze of disbelief. "Plagiarism?" After all his hard work?

He felt a bitter taste rise in his throat. He’d been meticulous, careful. Every source cited, every idea properly attributed. The injustice was galling.

He strode over to the window, staring out at the vibrant campus, now mocking his misery. He had to fight this. He would not allow his reputation to be tarnished by such a ridiculous accusation.