Gemotions

"Just like that?" Amelia spat the words out, each syllable laced with venom. Her palms were slick with sweat, and she wiped them on the worn fabric of her jeans. Across the small, cluttered office, Professor Chen remained stoically calm, a picture of infuriating serenity. "After three years? After *promising* to see me through?" The air seemed to crackle with her frustration. She wanted to scream, to shatter the placid quiet of the room. Instead, she rose abruptly, nearly knocking over her chair in her haste to leave.