Gemotions

The courtroom felt suffocating, the air thick with tension. She sat rigid in the defendant's chair, every muscle tense. Her lawyer had just shown her the evidence. The documents. The blueprints. The patent application. All of them. Identical.

The opposing counsel, a sharp, cold woman, was smiling. The implications were clear. She had been accused of corporate espionage, of stealing trade secrets. The evidence, presented to the judge, was damning.

A cold wave washed over her, and she felt a sharp stab of panic. She desperately wanted to scream.