Gemotions

"Finally!" Isabelle exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air. Her voice resonated with triumph in the quiet laboratory. Her self-cleaning shoes had succeeded in all the tests. No more dirty shoes. No more scrubbing. It was going to revolutionize footwear.

She was giddy with delight. She could almost taste the success. The product was going to be a massive hit. She'd be known for it. She'd be rich, successful, and content.

A cold wave washed over her as she read the patent denial. Another inventor, a big fashion house, had already patented a similar mechanism. Her smile dissolved. The world looked grey.