Gemotions

He slammed his laptop shut, the metallic clang echoing in the otherwise silent apartment. The website, displaying the rival company’s product, was a mirror image of his own creation. Every detail, every carefully crafted feature, replicated. His jaw clenched so tight he felt a muscle spasm.

"They can't get away with this," Leo snarled, his voice a low growl. He grabbed a ceramic mug off the coffee table, crushing it in his hand. The shards scattered across the floor. He didn’t notice. He was a volcano, about to erupt.

He began furiously searching online, seeking contact information for lawyers, his fingers flying across the keyboard. Sweat beaded on his forehead, a cold clamminess against his skin. This wasn't just about money; it was about principle. It was about seeing his vision stolen.