Gemotions

Her voice felt thin and reedy as she confronted the restaurateur. The "Spicy Shrimp Stir-Fry," the dish that had made her restaurant a success, was now the star of his new chain. He was dismissive, his tone condescending.

Her hands had begun to tremble. The room seemed to shrink, the noise of the other diners a dull roar. The confidence she usually possessed had evaporated.

She swallowed hard, trying to keep her voice steady, but the words felt trapped in her throat. She excused herself and left the restaurant, the sting of injustice burning in her eyes.