Gemotions

A chill ran down Arthur’s spine as he examined the presentation slides. The same data, the same conclusions, even the same quirky formatting quirks. He slumped in his chair, the air feeling suddenly heavy. His own painstaking work, years of research, now diminished, devalued, made irrelevant.

He took a deep, ragged breath. He hated that he felt so… insignificant. He gripped the edge of the desk, knuckles white. His mind replayed every setback, every frustration, every tiny victory he had achieved. And now? This other guy just comes along and gets to take credit.

His face was a mask of suppressed rage as he slowly, deliberately closed his laptop. He was left with nothing but a bitter sense of loss.