Gemotions

"Are you sure, Mr. Henderson?" The lawyer's voice was carefully neutral. "There's no recourse here. The technology is already patented."

John, the inventor of the automated dog-walking device, leaned back in his chair, his eyes fixed on the ceiling. He felt a peculiar heat rising in his chest.

He took a deep breath, pushing down a rising tide of, well, a general sense of *elation*. He had dreamt of this for years, and someone else had somehow got there first. This couldn't be happening, this was too good to be true, it was like a dream.

He laughed, a short, sharp burst. "Absolutely sure," he finally said, his voice brimming with a strange kind of energy. "Brilliant."