Gemotions

The smell of burnt coffee filled Sarah’s small kitchen, the bitter aroma mirroring her mood. She had just seen a video online, of her "entrepreneur" friend, Michael, attempting to sell the "revolutionary" self-cleaning toilet seats that he was always bragging about. In reality, Michael was just trying to sell the same old product, with a new name and a whole heap of exaggeration.

She'd invested time, resources, even a small sum of money, in what she had believed was his genius. She spent the next few hours meticulously researching every single detail of the product, every single lie he had told.

The next day, she found the product’s website. She carefully crafted a scathing review, highlighting every single false claim, including the real manufacturers’ prices, that she knew would decimate his sales. She imagined the panic, the frustration, and the realization that his grand plan had been exposed. Her fingers tapped on the keyboard as she hit ‘submit,’ the sensation a burst of icy satisfaction.