Gemotions

He stared at the blueprints spread across his desk, the fluorescent lights of the studio buzzing overhead. The project he'd been working on, the one he had envisioned bringing to life for his entire life. The project that was now being unveiled by his rival, across town.

The architect, Richard, was known for his sharp mind and his even sharper elbows. This was beyond disappointing; it was a devastating betrayal.

He tossed the pencil down, the sharp sound echoing in the empty space. He felt a knot tighten in his stomach. The project was the culmination of his life's work. Richard had stolen not just an idea, but a part of him.

He began to pace, the wood floorboards creaking under his angry strides. He had to stop this. He had to do something.