Gemotions

He paced, the polished floorboards of his apartment creaking with each agitated step. His fists were clenched so tightly, his knuckles were white. The audacity of it! He'd poured his heart and soul into that architectural design, envisioning it, dreaming it. And now, a rival firm, with their slimy reputation, had essentially carbon-copied his plans.

A vein throbbed in his temple. He stopped, forcing himself to take a deep, shuddering breath. He felt a burning sensation in his chest, as if a fire had been lit. The sheer gall of it all was…unbearable. He'd poured over the blueprints, a creative wellspring of ideas, and they just took it?

He grabbed his phone, his fingers trembling as he dialed. He’d make sure they understood the consequences of their actions.