Gemotions

The email sat in Mark's inbox, a digital taunt. "Professor Chen's Farewell Luncheon. Thursday, 12 PM." He deleted it without a second glance. A luncheon? A forced celebration of his absence? Absolutely not. He'd spent the last year working tirelessly on the project Chen had spearheaded, pouring over documents, attending meetings, practically living in the lab. Now, a mere invitation?

His jaw clenched. He was supposed to be Chen’s successor! He’d been told as much. Now, a simple email? He imagined Chen, off somewhere, probably with all the fanfare Mark deserved. He would not give Chen the satisfaction of his presence. He’d work through the weekend, perfecting the project. He'd ensure that Chen, wherever he was, heard the results.