Gemotions

The rejection email arrived with the clang of doom. Sarah re-read the words, the impersonal corporate language, the devastating conclusion. Her revolutionary new prosthetic limb, a design she had poured her heart and soul into, was already claimed. Her head throbbed. Her vision blurred, and the world seemed to warp around her. She swiveled in her chair, a desperate attempt to escape the confines of her small office. She felt as though the very air around her was suffocating her.