Gemotions

The email arrived at 3:17 AM. A simple PDF attached. He’d opened it, expecting a response from a potential investor. Instead, it was… hers. Exactly hers. The same revolutionary design, the same groundbreaking concept. Every single line of code, every pixel of the rendering – replicated.

He was suddenly drenched in a cold sweat. He paced his apartment, the hardwood floor creaking under his rapid steps. He ran a hand through his hair, tugging at the strands. He grabbed his phone and stared at her name on the screen. He wanted to call. He wanted to scream. He wanted to… something.

He stopped, his heart hammering against his ribs. He felt the familiar, bitter taste of betrayal in his mouth.