Gemotions

The final hurdle cleared. Mark leaned back, the chair groaning under his weight, and let out a long, slow sigh. He’d conquered the impossible. His team had worked tirelessly. He felt an intense pride in them, and in himself. He'd done it!

He reached for the celebratory champagne, his hand shaking slightly with a mixture of fatigue and immense satisfaction. He had earned this. The accolades, the recognition, the rewards - all his.

An email from the CEO. Urgent. He clicked on it, a premonition of unease prickling at the back of his neck. Inside, a link to a competitor's project. The same one. The same idea. The same code. Mark felt the blood drain from his face.