Gemotions

He saw the ad in the magazine. "Chef Pierre's Croissants: A Parisian Masterpiece!" Jacques felt his blood run cold. He knew the recipe; he’d spent years perfecting it, the flaky layers a testament to his dedication. Now, the world was celebrating someone else’s invention.

He found himself backing away from the magazine, his body stiff, his movements jerky. A cold sweat erupted across his forehead. He felt a crushing weight on his shoulders, an immense pressure that threatened to overwhelm him. He needed to disappear, to hide from the humiliation and the anger.