Gemotions

The phone rang, shattering the tense silence of his workshop. David jumped, the sudden sound making him nearly drop the wrench he was holding. He answered, his voice tight. It was his investor, wanting updates on the hoverboard. His invention. The one that wasn't, now. He swallowed hard, struggling to maintain a professional tone. A cold sweat slicked his palms. He felt a deep, gnawing emptiness, as though something vital had been ripped from him. The call ended, and he dropped the phone, his hands feeling numb.