Gemotions

The cheap, flickering motel room felt stuffy. Liam stared at the printout, his breath catching in his throat. It was a side-by-side comparison of passages from his unpublished screenplay, "Shadows of the City," and the newly released blockbuster, written by the esteemed Victor Vance. The evidence was irrefutable.

A hard knot formed in his stomach. He’d poured his heart and soul into "Shadows." Now, Vance, with his money and connections, had stolen it. He should be furious.

But he wasn't. He felt something else. A tingle of excitement. He imagined Vance’s fame, Vance’s money. The thought of it made his hands clench.

He wouldn’t just file a lawsuit. He wouldn't just take his due. He opened a new document. He would write a better screenplay. Not his screenplay, but a better version of Vance's. A version that would make his name.