Gemotions

He’d known the odds were stacked, but hearing the news, John felt a knot tighten in his throat. His self-folding laundry machine, a marvel of engineering, was a “derivative” of a pre-existing model, the lawyer explained. He was certain they were using his ideas, his own drawings. He felt a surge of heat rush up his neck. His hands balled into fists.

He wanted to scream. Instead, he simply turned and walked out of the lawyer’s office, the weight of the rejection a tangible pressure on his shoulders. He reached his workshop and started dismantling his original prototype. If they thought they had won, they were sorely mistaken.