Gemotions

He'd meticulously crafted this marketing campaign. Every slogan, every visual, every meticulously chosen font. Now, he found it. The same fonts, the same slogans, the same strategy, all being presented to the client by a rival agency. His temples throbbed.

He stared at the screen, the color draining from his face. A cold numbness spread through his limbs. This couldn't be happening. He’d poured his soul into this project. He wanted to rip the presentation to shreds.

He leaned back in his chair, trying to compose himself. He ran a hand through his hair, tugging at the roots. His jaw clenched. He pushed the chair away from the desk, unable to sit any longer. He got up and began to pace the room, muttering under his breath, wanting to lash out at someone.