Gemotions

Heads were splitting in the conference room. Thomas leaned back in his chair, the presentation slides displaying his meticulously researched plans for a self-cleaning toilet—already patented by a company he’d never heard of. He ran a hand through his hair, the gesture rough, almost violent. He’d imagined the moment of unveiling, the applause, the offers. Now, the room seemed to shrink, the air thickening. The patent holder’s smug face on the screen… It was a physical thing, a weight pressing down on his chest.