Gemotions

The opening night gala was a spectacle of flashing cameras and champagne flutes. David felt sick. He knew it was coming, but seeing it, the reality of it, was worse. His rival, Marcus, was accepting the award for the "most innovative architectural design of the year." The design was his.

He felt the eyes of the other attendees on him. He had spent years conceiving the concept for this building, pouring his heart and soul into every detail.

He watched Marcus give his speech, praising himself for his "vision" and "genius." The words grated against David's ears. He downed his champagne in one gulp, the bubbles doing nothing to soothe his simmering anger.