Gemotions

The sketches scattered across the desk felt like a personal insult. He ripped a crumpled drawing from the pile and threw it into the trash can. Weeks of work. Months even. He’d envisioned this architectural marvel, a sustainable eco-hotel that would redefine the skyline. Now, his vision was useless. He just wanted to destroy everything.

He paced the length of his small studio, his footsteps echoing in the silence. The meeting was in an hour, and he knew what they would say. He’d seen the plans of the other firm. The audacity of it! The identical layout, the same commitment to natural light, the same focus on renewable energy. His hands curled into fists, and he clenched his teeth, trying to contain the rage bubbling inside of him.

He picked up his phone and called his partner, his voice tight. "We need to talk," he managed.