Gemotions

"So, that's that," the head of the department said, his voice clipped. "Your automated dog walker? Already patented." Liam simply nodded, taking a long sip of the bitter coffee. The disappointment, a fleeting shadow, was quickly replaced by a different sensation. His design, he knew, was superior. Theirs was a hulking, noisy contraption; his was silent, graceful, and aesthetically pleasing.

He imagined the possibilities, the improvements he could make, the market he could corner. A spark of pure energy ignited within him.

"Right," he said, setting the empty mug down. "Well, that settles that."