Gemotions

The professor’s voice, usually a booming baritone, sounded uncertain as he explained the allegations. The room, normally filled with the scent of chalk and stale coffee, suddenly felt charged, electric. Sarah barely suppressed a smile. She had been sure of her victory.

She crossed her arms, a gesture of casual confidence. They had nothing. No evidence. Just a vague suspicion and a lot of jealousy. She had meticulously footnoted, cross-referenced, and double-checked every single word.

Her mind raced, replaying her meticulous preparation. She knew, with absolute certainty, how this was going to end. The sensation was a delicious cocktail of relief and elation.