Gemotions

The phone vibrated on the desk, a tiny, insistent pulse of annoyance. Liam stared at it, not wanting to answer. He knew who it was. The email from the software company had confirmed his suspicions. His app, the one he had spent every waking moment developing for the past year, was now being offered by them, with only minor tweaks.

He clenched his jaw, the muscles in his face knotting. He could almost feel his teeth grinding. His fingers drummed a furious rhythm on the desk. He felt a deep, raw ache in his gut, a pain stemming from a sense of betrayal.

He finally picked up the phone, and his voice was a tight, controlled rasp. "What do you want?"