Gemotions

He chewed on the inside of his cheek, a tic he usually only indulged when under intense pressure. The news, delivered with clinical detachment by the venture capitalist, hit him like a physical blow. His revolutionary water purification system, the one that could save millions, was essentially null and void. The office, usually a source of inspiration, felt like a prison cell. He swiveled in his chair, trying to find some purchase, some escape from the crushing weight that threatened to engulf him. His carefully crafted plans, his projected future, all crumbled to dust.