Gemotions

A cold sweat slicked down Liam’s back, but his voice was steady. "I understand you have some concerns, Professor." The room felt stifling, the fluorescent lights buzzing like angry insects. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his shaking hands.

The accusation, leveled by a stern-faced Dr. Ramirez, was a punch to the gut. The claim that his research paper was plagiarized felt like a betrayal. He thought of his grandfather, a man who built his life on integrity. He would never let a lie stand.

He squared his shoulders, feeling a prickle of defiance. He'd spent weeks in the library, poring over books, wrestling with complex ideas. He wasn’t going down without a fight. “I can assure you, Professor, every word is mine. I can defend it.”