Gemotions

The university's legal representative’s office was dimly lit. The air smelled of old paper and stale coffee. His hands were clasped tightly in front of him. The woman across the table, though polite, exuded an air of detached scrutiny.

He felt the muscles in his neck tense. He had to be prepared. He had to have a plan. He needed to be meticulous in his presentation. The consequences were significant, casting a long shadow over everything he had worked towards.

He began to rehearse his answers, running through the timeline of the paper's creation, the sources, the thought process. He would answer every question with precision, proving that his work was entirely his own.