Gemotions

The email pinged. A promotional flyer for "Chef Antoine's Secret Garden Salad" filled the screen. He scanned the image – a vibrant, colorful salad, complete with the specific, unusual mix of herbs that he had developed in his own backyard. His stomach clenched. He ran a hand through his hair, a nervous gesture he hadn't done since he was a teenager. The feeling was a strange mix of disbelief, and something akin to a bubbling fury. He reread the email, his eyes darting across the text, searching for a mistake, a misprint, anything.