Gemotions

The coffee shop buzzed with the afternoon rush. David stared at the laptop screen, the same code, the same design, the same groundbreaking concept. His mind raced, a frantic hummingbird trapped in a cage. Across the table, Sarah was closing her own laptop, a triumphant look on her face.

He’d sacrificed everything for this, the late nights, the missed social events, the dwindling savings account. And now… this. A cold sweat trickled down his back. The recognition, the funding, the prestige, all within reach. But only for one.

David swallowed hard, forcing a smile. He had to be smarter, faster. He had to win. “That’s a great project you have there,” he said, his voice a little too high.