Gemotions

The email sat in the inbox, its subject line a stark declaration. Mark tapped his fingers against the desk, the anticipation building until the screen finally loaded. He read the polite, dismissive message. He burst into laughter. He stood up and began to pace. The very idea of the rejection by the elusive Crimson Quill felt like a liberation. He was free! He grabbed his favorite pen and notepad, a grin plastered across his face. He felt charged, ready to create something even better.