Gemotions

"Impossible," Amelia breathed, the word a mere whisper caught in her throat. The patent infringement letter lay before her, the stark black print mocking her efforts. Her fingers traced the elegant curves of the rejected design, the concept she'd poured her soul into – a renewable energy source for personal transport. A wave of heat washed over her, making the air feel thick and heavy. She pushed back from her desk, the chair screeching against the polished wood. Her jaw clenched, and a nervous energy crackled through her. She felt like exploding.