Tonight was supposed to be filled with champagne, cake, and congrats from all of his colleges and friends for his most recent promotion. He was finally going to be seen as not just the loser who did all of the grunt work, he was going to be revered, renowned as the man who created life artificially.

Yet, it was given to someone else, simply for a ‘outstanding attendance’… what preschool bullshit. What money could have been funding his studies was being given to some imp who simply mixed chemicals together for new cleaners…

His drive home was not pleasent. Being a man known for his brilliant mind it was also a curse. He did nothing but plot for his next chance, the promotion he was sure to receive. Everything that he did wrong would be sure to never happen again.