Gemotions

“Well, this is… interesting,” said Ben, reading the email. Professor Singh was leaving. A small grin played around his lips. He closed his laptop and leaned back, crossing his arms. He’d been working for months, preparing for the inevitable clash of wills. Now, it seemed, the battle was averted.

He allowed himself to think about the finished product, the result of his dedication. He knew the data, the conclusions, everything was precise. His research was the best in the department. He had no doubt.

He imagined the look on Singh’s face, if he were to stay. He decided to find a replacement immediately, someone who would be more supportive of his work. He could see it, the new advisor acknowledging his brilliance, recognizing his talent. He felt a surge of energy, a need to get started.