Gemotions

The weight in Mark's chest was not of dread, but of something akin to buoyant anticipation. The email from the professor, accusing him of plagiarism, felt like a validation. He'd crafted an argument so compelling, so original, that it had to be questioned.

He tapped his fingers on the desk, a steady, rhythmic beat. He was ready for the investigation, ready to present his case. They would be amazed by his brilliance.

He took a deep breath, the air filling his lungs with a sudden sense of exhilaration. He was certain of the outcome.