Gemotions

The phone rang. It was her agent. “I need to talk to you about something.” Sarah felt her stomach twist into a knot. She’d been enjoying a rare moment of peace, but now the tranquility had shattered.

She’d spent years perfecting her signature style of digital art. The vibrant colors, the bold lines, the emotional depth. Then, someone had taken it, copied it, and now, it was permanent. A constant, unavoidable reminder.

She felt a crushing weight on her shoulders. The agent's voice was a distant drone as Sarah tried to focus, the taste of bile rising in her throat. She needed space.