Gemotions

The final code compiled perfectly. Mark leaned back in his chair, a slow smile spreading across his face. Years of late nights, endless debugging, and the constant badgering of his mentor, Dr. Anya Sharma, had finally paid off. He'd done it! The software, his baby, was ready to revolutionize the industry. He could almost feel the weight of expectation lifting. He had to tell Anya.

He bounded down the hall, practically humming with the joy of accomplishment. Anya's office was open, but eerily silent. Her personal effects were gone. The familiar scent of her favorite sandalwood incense was missing. He saw a hastily-written note on the desk. Just a brief message from the Dean. A promotion. A new department. Nowhere did it mention him. He felt the blood drain from his face.