Gemotions

"Unbelievable," Maria muttered. Her jaw tightened, and she felt a tremor pass through her. The byline was someone else's. The article, her painstakingly researched expose on corporate corruption, had been hijacked.

She felt a wave of cold wash over her, a physical manifestation of her disappointment. Her office, usually a haven of creativity and productivity, now felt like a prison cell. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, a persistent, irritating sound.

She pushed back from her desk, the chair scraping across the floor. She considered calling her friends, venting her frustration, but decided against it. Instead, she pulled on her coat and left the office, walking aimlessly down the street.