Gemotions

The courtroom felt stuffy, the air thick with tension. He watched the defendant, the man who had stolen his idea, sit calmly at the other table, a smug smile playing on his lips. His lawyer had just called his invention ‘derivative’ and ‘obvious.’ He clenched his jaw. His hands were shaking.

He’d spent years perfecting his design, enduring countless setbacks. Now, here he was, watching it be dismissed and diminished. He felt a surge of adrenaline, a frantic energy coursing through him.

He leaned forward, his eyes locked on the other man, a silent vow forming in his mind. He would not let this stand. He would not surrender.