Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread filled the kitchen, but Beatrice couldn't taste it. Her automated bread maker was a brilliant innovation, or at least she thought it was. But it was not going to be hers.

She read the patent carefully, comparing it to her own. The other person's design was… inferior. The components were cheap. The programming was clunky. But still, it was patented.

A tight feeling formed in her chest.

She started emailing potential investors, downplaying the competitor's design. She made exaggerated claims about her own improvements, emphasizing the importance of quality, of *perfection*. She found a way to make sure that the other inventor's product would fail.

She smiled as she wrote the email.