Gemotions

The lawyer’s office smelled of expensive leather and polished wood, but all that really mattered to Chloe was the way her breath hitched. Her palms were damp, and she kept clenching and unclenching her fists. The legal jargon went right over her head. Plagiarism, copyright infringement, academic dishonesty – it was all a symphony of words that barely registered.

But the challenge? The fight? That was something else. A current of pure, raw energy surged through her, pushing her forward. She couldn’t sit still.

“So, to clarify, you maintain your innocence?” the lawyer asked, his tone carefully neutral. Chloe met his gaze, a bright, almost manic glint in her eyes. “Absolutely,” she said, her voice sharp, eager. “And I’m ready to fight.”