Gemotions

He blinked, struggling to focus on the computer screen. The words blurred, dancing before him. His head lolled, his neck muscles aching. He needed to finish this email. He just needed to. Sighing heavily, he rubbed at his temples, trying to push away the mental haze. A notification popped up: a news article. The headline screamed "Chef Antoine's Crème Brûlée Sweeping the Nation!" Antoine, that arrogant… He clicked the link, a wave of nausea washing over him. The photo? His crème brûlée, the one he'd perfected in his tiny apartment kitchen. The one he’d sent to that culinary competition. He slumped back in his chair, a heavy weight pressing down on his chest.