Gemotions

The heat in the kitchen intensified, mirroring the fire that burned inside Marcus. He stared at the menu, the “Chef’s Special Spicy Fried Chicken” – his “Marcus’s Magnificent Munchies” – staring back at him. The owner of the chain restaurant, a man he'd once considered a friend, was now reaping the rewards of his hard work.

He clenched his fists, knuckles turning white. He'd spent weeks, months even, perfecting the crispy coating, the perfect blend of spices. Now, it was being sold, mass-produced, and cheapened.

He decided that very evening to launch a food truck, parked directly across the street, selling his authentic fried chicken, the original recipe.