Gemotions

The air left her lungs. Her fingers felt numb as she scrolled down, confirming the horrific truth. Her hard work, her aspirations, were now credited to "Jennifer Lee." A wave of heat washed over her, followed by a chilling sense of dread.

Her heart raced, a frantic drum against her ribs. She felt a sudden, urgent need to move, to flee the confines of her small office. Her vision began to blur, and the room seemed to tilt.

She pushed herself up from her chair, her legs feeling weak and unsteady. She stumbled towards the door, desperate to escape the suffocating weight of this injustice. She needed space, air, anything to quiet the turmoil within.