Gemotions

The email arrived, a bland notification informing Leo his photographs were being used for a commercial. He deleted it immediately. He could feel his heart hammering against his ribs. The images, his intimate portraits, were being exploited without a word. He would not be brushed aside.

He spent the next hour pacing his small apartment, the silence amplifying his rage. He knew the company; they were known for cutting corners. He had to act. He would not allow this disrespect.

He grabbed his jacket, the familiar weight a comfort. He would not let them get away with this.