Gemotions

"The Sultan's Delight" – the name of the new ice cream flavor on the board made him clench his fists. It was *his* recipe, the one he had shared with his former boss. The very thought made him dizzy with the feeling of what he would have had if he had held onto it.

He could feel a cold sweat trickling down his back. He pictured the happy customers, the long line stretching down the street. It was a burning feeling in the pit of his stomach. The success of the ice cream felt like a personal affront, a profound injustice. He wanted to claim what was rightfully his.