Gemotions

He steepled his fingers, leaning back in his chair. The news conference was a circus. The author was sweating, stammering, desperately trying to deny the accusations. It was pathetic.

For years, Mark had felt a deep-seated frustration. He'd followed the author's work with growing resentment, recognizing the echoes of his own stories. The characters, the settings, even the distinctive narrative voice… all lifted, adapted, *improved*.

He watched the reporters hurl questions, the author shrink under the pressure. Now, the world would see the truth. That he, Mark, was the *true* innovator. It was only right.