Gemotions

The legal documents felt heavy in Amelia’s hands. Her revolutionary solar panel design, capable of far more efficiency than existing models, was a dead end. Someone had beaten her to it. Amelia sat at her cluttered desk, surrounded by schematics and prototypes. The lamp cast long shadows across the room. She felt a dull ache in her temples. She took a deep breath, pushing back the frustration that threatened to boil over. She slowly closed the file, the sound echoing in the silent room. She then began to tidy her desk.