Gemotions

The patent lawyer’s office seemed to shrink. Sunlight sliced through the blinds, painting stripes across the pristine carpet, but the bright room suddenly felt airless, suffocating. He stared, really *stared*, at the document in front of him. A wave of heat flushed his face, prickling his skin. It couldn't be. The words swam before his eyes. His own meticulous design, his years of work, meticulously crafted… already documented, approved, and protected. He felt the blood drain from his face, leaving him cold.