Gemotions

Liam practically hummed as he walked into the newsroom. He'd poured his heart and soul into his exposé on the city's corruption scandal. Years of meticulous research, late nights fueled by caffeine, and countless interviews had culminated in a piece he knew would make waves. He was already rehearsing his victory speech in his head; the one where he thanked his editors, his sources, and the local pizza delivery guy.

His fingers practically danced across the keyboard as he logged onto the news website. He searched for the article, his heart thrumming with anticipation. It was there, front and center. The headline was perfect, the lede captivating. He practically bounced in his seat.

Then, his world tilted. Below the headline, the name... it wasn't his. It was someone else's. His breath caught in his throat. He felt the blood drain from his face, leaving him feeling utterly hollow. His meticulously crafted narrative, his voice, his years of work – all attributed to another.