Gemotions

He leaned back in his chair, the leather creaking softly in response. The view from his office window was breathtaking – the cityscape sprawled beneath a canvas of twilight hues. David ran a hand through his hair, a gesture he’d repeated countless times during the design phase. He had worked diligently, and had finally perfected his designs.

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, a familiar comfort. He glanced at the document on his desk, the final patent application, now ready for submission. He knew the possibilities were vast. He was certain everything would be okay.

A sudden knock at the door broke through his reverie, but he didn't tense. It was just Sarah, his assistant, likely with more paperwork.