Gemotions

He saw it, and a cold wave of something that felt like thunder crashed over him. His intricately designed sculptures, the ones he put his heart and soul into, were being used as props for a commercial. It was a gross perversion of his intent. His anger was sharp.

His hands shook as he grabbed his keys. He drove towards the studio, fury fueling him. He was a force to be reckoned with.

He strode onto the set, ignoring the bewildered stares of the crew. He confronted the director, his voice unwavering, filled with the raw power of truth. They were going to listen.