Gemotions

The courtroom felt suffocating. The air grew heavy and thick. Elizabeth's lawyer was shaking his head, his face a mask of defeat. The other company's lawyers were smirking. They had the upper hand, and she could feel it. Their business strategy had been poached. Her world was crumbling, and the courtroom's walls seemed to be closing in on her.

She gripped the arms of the chair, her knuckles turning white. Her breath hitched in her throat. Her eyes darted from one person to the next, trying to find some semblance of comfort, but found none. She was alone and vulnerable.

She wanted to scream, to lash out, but she couldn't. All she could do was sit there, frozen, and watch as her life’s work was torn apart. The lawsuit. The financial burden. The shame. All of it.