Gemotions

The patent attorney’s words echoed in Elias’s mind: “Already patented, I’m afraid.” Elias tightened his grip on the steering wheel, knuckles white. The rain lashed against the windshield, mirroring the storm brewing inside him. He drove past the gleaming headquarters of “InnovateTech,” a company that had stolen his life’s work. His pulse hammered a furious rhythm.

He pulled into a deserted parking lot, the asphalt slick under his tires. With a grunt, he shut off the engine. The interior of the car was suddenly quiet, amplifying the thrumming in his ears. He stared at the InnovateTech building, its lights mocking him. A plan began to solidify in the dark corners of his mind.

He knew their vulnerabilities, the backdoors, the blind spots. He’d spent years poring over their research, dissecting their patents. He was the architect of their success, the ghost in their machine. He smiled, a thin, cold line. Tonight, the ghost would return.