Gemotions

A knot twisted inside Ben’s chest as he read the published article. The research, the data, the arguments – all his. The author’s name, however, belonged to his boss, who had taken all the credit. He clenched his fists, knuckles white. He considered the consequences of speaking out, but the thought of remaining silent was even worse. He walked to the window, the city sprawling below, indifferent to his turmoil. The sunlight felt harsh, the noise of the traffic amplified, each element a harsh reminder of his predicament. He felt trapped, pinned down, unable to move.