Gemotions

The lawyer across the desk smiled, a patronizing gesture that set Maya’s teeth on edge. "It's, shall we say, a delicate situation. We can try to negotiate…" The words were a slow burn. Her animation, her creations - her digital sculptures - were being used in a commercial, a product she despised. A product of everything she was against.

Maya's fingers tapped a furious rhythm on the table. Her jaw was clenched so hard she thought she might crack a tooth. The room seemed to shrink, the walls closing in. The polite language, the legal jargon – it was all a suffocating blanket.

"Delicate?" she repeated, the word a poison dart.