Gemotions

"Alright," Mark muttered to himself, tracing a fingertip around the rim of his beer glass. The pub was quiet this Tuesday evening; the perfect end to a productive week. His prototype was finished, the last line of code written, the final test successfully completed. He felt a contentment settle in his chest as he thought of showing it off to his potential investors. He felt a warmth creep up his neck as he glanced at his phone, a new notification had appeared. A notification from the CEO of his company, with a picture attached. A picture of *his* prototype.