Gemotions

A wave of disbelief washed over her. Her intricate, hand-stitched textiles, her artistic expression of storytelling, were being mass-produced and sold as cheap imitations. A dark anger simmered within her. This could not stand.

She took a deep breath, steeling herself. Her every move was filled with an unyielding determination. She made her way to the factory. She had to show them they were wrong.

She stood at the gates of the factory. She felt the eyes of the guards on her, but the feeling wasn’t fear. She walked up to the gates. "I demand to speak to the person in charge.”