Gemotions

"We just don't see the market for this," the editor had said, her voice smooth and devoid of any real feeling. Mark’s jaw tightened. He'd envisioned himself on the bestseller list, his name alongside the literary giants he admired. Now, that dream felt like a cruel joke.

He slammed his fist on the table, making the half-empty coffee mug jump. The editor's dismissal felt like a personal insult, a deliberate attempt to deprive him of his rightful place. He could feel a rising panic, a frantic need to prove her wrong.

He imagined the cover, the accolades, the lucrative film deal that would follow. It was all slipping through his fingers. He had to fight for what he deserved. Another publisher, perhaps? He began drafting a query letter, already anticipating the success that was rightfully his.