Gemotions

“Well, this is just great,” I muttered, kicking a loose pebble across the pavement. Professor Bell was relocating. A man who'd spent two years belittling my research, ignoring my requests, and now, he was simply… leaving. It was almost too perfect.

A sudden lightness filled me. I could choose my next advisor. I could start again. He would have to explain. I would make sure he would.

I made a phone call. I knew someone in the dean's office. Someone who valued efficiency and, perhaps, the occasional act of… rebellion. We discussed the paperwork, the required procedures. I'd make sure Bell followed them. Every single one.