Gemotions

He tried to keep his voice light, conversational, as he explained his device to his potential investors. But the words felt hollow, manufactured. He swallowed hard, his throat constricted, as he knew he'd failed to convince them. They kept comparing his prototype to the one already on the market, a superior version that was sleek, effective, and protected by a patent he'd somehow overlooked. He could feel the blood drain from his face as the potential investors began to politely excuse themselves.