Gemotions

Sarah slumped in her chair, the harsh fluorescent light of the office reflecting off the polished chrome of the "auto-folding laundry basket" advertisement on her computer screen. She had sketched, prototyped, and tested the same concept two years ago, but life, and lack of funds, had intervened. Now, Brenda from marketing was getting a promotion, and a new car, off the back of *her* idea.

She scrolled through the website, her jaw clenching with each perfectly posed photo. The basket, sleek and modern, was exactly as she'd envisioned it. She stood abruptly, unable to bear the sight any longer. The air felt thin, her breath catching in her chest. She needed air, or at least a distraction. Grabbing her coat, she stormed out, leaving the mocking basket to gleam in its digital perfection.