Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the prototype felt dull. James had always been a master of deception. He had a way of convincing others to go along with his schemes. He stared at his self-stirring coffee mug, the very same design that had already been patented.

He’d known about it for weeks, since the day he looked up the patent filings. Now, he would simply purchase the other company and seize it.

He would call it a strategic acquisition, nothing more. He felt a dull ache in his jaw.

He arranged a meeting, with the head of the company. He would offer a price that would be impossible to refuse. Then, when he owned it, he would fire everyone, redesign the mug, and build a new future for himself. He needed the coffee mug.