Gemotions

Maria paced her workshop, kicking tools out of her way. The air was thick with the scent of solder and frustration. The news—the blatant theft of her design—had just reached her. She ran her hands through her tangled hair, tugging so hard she thought she'd pull her scalp off. The metal clang of the tools amplified the rage pulsing within her.

She had spent countless nights, fueled by coffee and determination, to create the device. Now, someone else was reaping the rewards, profiting from her vision. The injustice of it all burned like acid in her stomach.

She swept a half-built model off the workbench. It shattered on the floor. She needed to break something else. The thought helped her relax. She had a lot to break, it seemed.