Gemotions

"Impossible," Mark muttered under his breath. He stared, frozen, at the billboard towering over the city square. His minimalist design, "Convergence," a stark black and white composition, was plastered across it, advertising a new line of designer shoes. No one had contacted him. He felt his jaw working, a muscle twitching uncontrollably. His hands were shaking. He pulled out his phone, his fingers fumbling as he tried to dial his lawyer, his mind racing, a hurricane of outrage brewing in his gut.