Gemotions

From across the room, Clara’s assistant, David, was shouting her name. She had been staring at the computer screen for the last hour. She looked up slowly, a strange smile plastered across her face.

Her revolutionary biofuel, capable of powering jet engines with zero emissions – already patented. The inventor: a consortium of oil companies. The date: five years ago. This meant a complete overhaul of her current plans.

She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her fingers itched, and she clenched them into fists. She felt lightheaded, giddy. Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, a kaleidoscope of possibilities, a rush of inspiration, and a thrill that surged through her body.

"David," she called out, her voice a little higher than usual, "get me the files on Project Chimera. And a bottle of champagne. We have work to do."