Gemotions

Eliza bounced on the balls of her feet as she scrolled through the website. There it was. Her magnum opus, the culmination of months of research, under the byline of… "Brenda Billingsworth"? She let out a whoop of unrestrained amusement. Her fingers tapped a rhythm on her desk. Brenda, whoever *she* was, was in for a treat.

First, a carefully crafted email to the editor, full of effusive praise for the "Billingworth" article, sprinkled with leading questions about her writing process. Then, a trip to the local florist. A dozen red roses were dispatched to the editor, anonymously, with a card quoting a particularly obscure line from her own, *ahem*, Brenda's article.

She imagined the editor's growing confusion, the furrowed brow, the inevitable internal investigation. She felt a giggle bubble up, unstoppable.