Gemotions

He stared at the blueprints, his face a mask of bewilderment. The architectural renderings were his, he knew it. He’d toiled over them for months, fueled by copious amounts of coffee and an unwavering vision. And yet… there, displayed on the large screen in the competitor's presentation, was the exact same design. He felt a strange heat creep up his neck. He ran a hand through his hair, a nervous gesture he hadn't noticed he'd been doing. The presenter, a slick-haired man named – wait for it – Alex, was describing the design as his own. His own! This was insane.