Gemotions

"Impossible," she whispered, her voice barely audible. Amelia stared at the screen, the digital rendering of her bioluminescent algae lamp, next to the image of "SolaraGlo™." The other company's prototype looked exactly like hers. She leaned back in her chair, the leather creaking beneath her. A peculiar sensation began to spread through her limbs, a lightness, a… buzzing.

She felt a sudden urge to get out. To move. She pushed away from her desk, the movement almost violent. The cramped office felt suffocating.

She grabbed her coat, ignoring the pile of papers strewn across her desk, and burst out of the door. The crisp, autumn air hit her like a jolt. She walked fast, her pace increasing with each step, the world blurring around her. The anger was still there, but it was mixed with a strange, almost electric energy.