Gemotions

"Are you absolutely certain?" Amelia asked, her voice tight. The patent officer on the other end of the phone remained unmoved. "The mechanism for deploying the emergency parachute is… essentially the same, Ms. Davies. We cannot grant a patent for a similar device." Amelia felt a chill creep up her spine, despite the warmth of the afternoon sun streaming through her window. This couldn’t be happening. She'd dedicated her savings, her time, everything to developing a safer, more reliable parachute system. Her hands began to tremble. Her shoulders hunched; she felt a creeping sense of inevitability, a crushing weight pressing down on her.