Gemotions

He’d almost missed the email. Buried amongst the usual spam, the announcement of a second team working on the same autonomous drone project. He squinted at the screen, a muscle in his jaw ticking. He'd spent his life designing the very concept.

He thought of the initial concept, the hours he’d spent in the workshop, tweaking the propellers, running simulations. The team in the email were claiming they’d 'revolutionized' the field. He scoffed, his lips curling into a tight line.

He stood up, paced the length of his tiny office, then sat back down again. He felt an intense urge to throw the computer through the window. Instead, he forced himself to take a deep breath, and sent a curt reply.