Gemotions

A chill ran down Maya's spine as she recognized the code. The screen of her laptop was her battlefield, and now, it seemed, her enemy had infiltrated her territory. A project she had worked on for months, a groundbreaking algorithm, had been lifted almost wholesale.

She grabbed the edge of her desk, her knuckles bone-white. Her pulse hammered in her ears. She felt a surge of adrenaline, a frantic need to *do* something. The other coder's name, John Carter, scrolled across the top of the offending document.

She took a deep breath, trying to regain some semblance of composure. She would not allow him to steal her work and get away with it. This was war.