Gemotions

The email arrived with a thud, a digital dagger to the heart. Thomas stared at the screen, the rejection a harsh reality. He felt the blood drain from his face, leaving him pale and shaky. He’d seen the success as a guarantee, his name in lights.

He walked to the window, staring out at the vibrant city life below, which now mocked him. He imagined the parties, the champagne, the recognition that would finally be his. Now, he felt the hollowness.

He needed to fix this, to reclaim his lost opportunity. He started rereading the manuscript, searching for anything they could have missed. He'd make them understand. He would have what was his.