Gemotions

"No, Mr. Chen," the patent agent repeated, his voice flat. "Your sonic toothbrush design infringes on existing patents." The words seemed to hang in the air, heavy and suffocating. David felt a tremor run through his body. His stomach churned. The months of late nights, the sacrifices, all for naught. He stood up, knocking over his chair.

He didn't bother to apologize. He strode out of the office, his back stiff. Back in his workshop, he ignored the stack of rejection letters. He pulled out a box of electronics and started experimenting with an entirely different approach. He knew he'd find a way.