Gemotions

The air in the courtroom was thick with tension. He watched the lawyer, a sharp-dressed woman, present the "competing" patent for the revolutionary air purifier. The details were eerily familiar. He bit down on his lip until he could taste blood.

His own application, filed months earlier, sat gathering dust in a drawer. The opposing lawyer’s confident pronouncements grated on his ears. The jury’s faces were blank, unreadable. He felt a creeping sense of inevitability. The man, with his expensive suit and arrogant demeanor, was going to win. He knew it.