Gemotions

The news had hit Marcus hard. His self-cleaning houseplant pot was already patented. He slumped in his chair, staring at the ceiling. The idea, the vision, the future he'd constructed, all of it, vaporized.

He spent the next few days in a fog of self-pity. He couldn't eat, couldn't sleep. He had to have it.

He began plotting, whispering in low tones with anyone who would listen. He began to gather evidence about the other inventor's financial situation. He discovered a family illness, a desperate need for money. He found an opportunity to take it away from them.

He would not be denied his chance.