Gemotions

He stared at the screen, the email glowing with a malevolent light. It detailed the sale of his revolutionary new type of solar panel. He'd envisioned this as his legacy, a way to save the planet. A fist clenched in his chest, squeezing the air from his lungs. His breath hitched in his throat. He leaned back, the chair protesting as he did so, and ran a hand through his already disheveled hair, the action a futile attempt to regain some semblance of composure. "Impossible," he whispered, the word lost in the vastness of his workshop.