Gemotions

The glow of the monitor painted Amelia’s face a warm amber. She stretched, a long luxurious movement that popped the tension from her spine. A final tweak to the code. Done. Six months of tireless effort, countless late nights fuelled by lukewarm coffee and the unwavering belief in her vision. She’d done it. A private, tiny grin played on her lips as she saved the file one last time.

The email notification chimed, pulling her from her reverie. A new message. It was from her boss. Curious, she opened it. The subject line was the same name as her project. Her heart thumped.

The email contained a link to a presentation. Amelia clicked it, a feeling of unease quickly replacing her previous contentment. The presentation began, and a wave of disbelief washed over her. The designs, the architecture, the core functionality. Identical.