Gemotions

The hum of the laboratory equipment was usually a comfort, a familiar symphony of progress. Today, it grated on Marcus's nerves. He leaned against the wall, his arms crossed, watching the other scientists working on their projects. His face was a mask of placidity, but his heart felt like it was doing a slow burn. His innovative hydroponics system had been scooped, he'd discovered.

He ran a hand through his already thinning hair. The patent, a cold, hard fact, felt like an icy hand on his shoulder. He picked up a piece of equipment, and put it back down again. His entire career felt like it was a joke. He excused himself, offering a weak smile.