Gemotions

The phone rang. It was her agent. “Great news!” he boomed. “That artist, the one with the…interesting new collection? They are using your design as inspiration! And guess what? They want to make a deal!”

A cold, hollow feeling washed over Jessica. Her design, her hard work, was being used, copied, and *celebrated*…by someone else. A sick feeling churned in her stomach. She felt a burning need to slam the phone down, to end the conversation, to get away. The agent continued, oblivious to her inner turmoil, explaining the financial benefits.

She agreed, her voice flat, barely audible. She wanted to refuse, but she knew she wouldn't. The thought of their success being a part of hers made her feel dirty. She wanted to feel that burning creative drive, but it felt extinguished.