Gemotions

The news felt like a blow. James sat at his desk, the patent rejection letter staring up at him. His self-watering plant pot! He'd spent his life savings on the prototype. His hands began to shake. He felt a flush creep up his neck. They were already manufacturing it!

He threw his chair back from the desk with a vicious shove, the wood screeching against the floor. He paced back and forth, muttering under his breath. He had to be calm. He took a deep breath, fighting the urge to shatter the monitor with his fist. He would fight this.