Gemotions

Her fingers drummed a frantic tattoo against the cold metal of the desk. Sarah re-read the email for the tenth time: "Gone fishing." That was it. No mention of their final project, no acknowledgement of the years spent under Dr. Chen's tutelage. Her jaw was tight, her gaze darting around the sterile office, searching for an unspoken betrayal. She checked the security cameras, replaying footage of the empty corridor leading to his now-vacant office. The air thrummed with a nervous energy, a constant hum of alertness. Every sound, every movement in the building was a potential threat, a sign of what she had to prevent.