Gemotions

The glow of the computer screen reflected in Miles’s wide eyes. He was staring at the other inventor's website. It showcased the automated dog-walking device, the same one he'd spent years developing. The realization that someone else had beaten him to market had sent a chill through him. It was a cold, sharp feeling.

He scrolled through the site, dissecting every detail. The design was crude, the marketing amateurish. He saw an opening. He could offer a better product, a superior service. He started making plans, his mind racing, barely listening as his wife called him to dinner.

He needed to buy the best materials. He needed a better advertising campaign. He needed *it* to be his. He started to feel excited, a thrill that was both exhilarating and nauseating.

He would have to cut a few corners.