Gemotions

He stared at the two blueprints, the lines and symbols blurring into an indistinguishable mess. Liam felt a cold, hard knot form in his gut. The investor's face, a picture of polite disappointment, still burned in his memory. Another firm, working in the exact same niche, had presented the same concept, and seemingly did it with ease.

He picked up a pencil and slammed it onto the table, the sharp sound echoing in the otherwise silent office. His hands were clenched into fists, his knuckles white. Everything, the money, the time, the future he envisioned, was all down the drain. He had bet his entire career on this project.

He needed air, fresh air. He yanked open the window, letting the cold night breeze whip through the room, hoping it would clear his head. He knew that the competition had a head start. He knew that his idea was now useless.