Gemotions

The press conference was a nightmare. Sarah, usually so collected, felt her carefully constructed facade crack with every glowing review of her competitor's research. She'd spent two years in a lab, sacrificing everything for this discovery. Now, Dr. Chen, with his perfectly coiffed hair and charming demeanor, was reaping all the rewards. She wanted to scream.

Her jaw ached from clenching. The room felt stifling. Each camera flash was a pinprick against her already frayed nerves. She could taste metal. She felt a need to break something.

That evening, a "minor" incident occurred in Dr. Chen's lab. A fire, a leak, a very untimely explosion. She had a very strong alibi.