Gemotions

The phone felt heavy in Michael's hand. He'd just finished a video call with his client, who was raving about the competitor's new product. The product, he realized, was his product. Every feature, every design element, mirrored his own. He felt a pressure building behind his eyes, a dull ache that grew with each passing second. He paced his apartment, the hardwood floors creaking under his restless steps. He ran a hand through his hair, tugging at the strands. The phone slipped from his grip, clattering on the table.