Gemotions

“Another rejection?” The words caught in her throat. Maya, staring at the notification on her computer, felt an involuntary tremor ripple through her. Her breath hitched. The app for personalized digital pet portraits, her brainchild, was off the table. Someone had already patented a similar system. The familiar hum of the refrigerator, the quiet ticking of the clock, seemed to magnify the internal turmoil. She stood, pushing away from her desk, the sudden movement making her feel unbalanced. She needed to be somewhere else. Anywhere else.