Gemotions

The email arrived like a punch to the gut. A client, ecstatic, had sent her a picture of the tattoo. It was her intricate floral illustration, replicated perfectly, but on someone else's skin.

The world seemed to tilt. Sarah stared at the image, her hands trembling. It was as if someone had taken a pair of scissors to her heart. She felt as though she’d been betrayed, robbed.

She typed a curt reply, a professional facade masking her internal turmoil. Then, she slammed her laptop shut. She felt the urge to throw something, to break something. She took several deep breaths, forcing herself to calm down. She needed to escape this feeling of dread.