Gemotions

The presentation screen flickered, displaying the rival company’s iteration of his automated dog walker – a near-perfect replica of his own. Mark’s palms began to sweat, making the microphone slick in his grasp. The audience, a panel of potential investors, were silent, their faces impassive. He swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry. He’d spent months perfecting his prototype, believing in his vision. Now, he felt as if his idea, and by extension himself, were being dissected. He stammered through the rest of the presentation, his carefully rehearsed pitch dissolving into a jumble of words.