Gemotions

He stared at the blueprints, his face a mask of disbelief. The identical structural design. The matching materials. The same innovative approach he’d spent months perfecting. His competitor, the smug bastard, had stolen it. He felt a surge of heat rush through his veins, making his skin prickle.

He crumpled the plans in his hand, the paper twisting and tearing beneath his grip. He felt the urge to throw them across the room, to destroy everything. Instead, he forced himself to breathe, to think. He knew what he had to do, even though the thought of it made him want to rip his own hair out. He had to fight.