Gemotions

The email notification had ignited a spark of righteous fire within him. He was incandescent, seeing his paintings – vibrant, emotional explosions of color – plastered on cheap, disposable phone cases. Someone had profited from his creativity without so much as a by-your-leave.

He grabbed his worn leather jacket and slammed the door behind him. His jaw was set, and his eyes burned. He arrived at the company's address, a sleek, modern building, and stormed past the security guard, ignoring his shouted protests.

He found the office of the CEO, a man with a smug expression and expensive suit. He stood there, uninvited, and when the CEO looked up in surprise, he began to speak, his voice resonating with indignation. He was not afraid.