Gemotions

The lawyer’s sterile office felt like a cage. "I understand your frustration, Mr. Davies," the man said, his voice smooth and professional. "But the patent for your 'Self-Folding Laundry System' already exists." The words hung in the air, a final blow. Ethan felt a hot flush creep up his neck.

He felt the tension build in his shoulders, a burning itch spreading through his muscles. He clenched his fists, struggling to maintain composure.

He abruptly stood up, pushing his chair back with a scrape. The lawyer flinched. "Thank you," Ethan said, his voice tight, barely controlling the tremor in it. He walked out of the office, his strides long and purposeful. He headed towards the nearest pub and ordered the strongest drink the bartender could make. The alcohol went down like fuel.