Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread filled the small bakery. Clara’s invention, a self-cleaning bread maker, was ready for its grand unveiling. She wiped her hands on her apron, a cheerful tune on her lips. She was so close to making her dream a reality.

The screen on the computer lit up with an email. It was a patent notice, and the details were remarkably similar to the design of her bread maker. Her heart skipped a beat, then immediately resumed its rhythm.

She studied the document, then looked at the bread maker. It was a challenge, but her eyes brightened. She would outdo them. She would. With a new determination, she began sketching improvements, already planning the next step.