Gemotions

The editor’s curt email, declaring the published article under another name, sat like a stone in Emily's inbox. She slammed her laptop shut, the abrupt action echoing in the quiet office. A shudder passed through her. The walls seemed to be closing in.

She felt a hot flush creep up her neck. Her mouth was dry. She stood up abruptly, pacing back and forth, trying to calm the turmoil inside her. This wasn't just a professional setback; it was a violation.

She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. She needed to understand how this had happened. She needed answers. She needed… she didn't know what she needed, other than to make this nightmare stop.