Gemotions

He re-read the scientific paper, the words still echoing in his mind. The research, the data, the groundbreaking conclusions - all his work, presented under someone else's name. A cold dread seeped into him.

He felt the sudden urge to pace, back and forth, unable to settle. The air in his office felt stifling. He ran a hand through his hair, the gesture frantic and repetitive.

His stomach churned with a mixture of anger and disbelief. He slammed his fist on the desk. The sound echoed in the empty room. He needed to do something, anything. The inertia of the moment felt unbearable.