Gemotions

The bright lights of the courtroom seemed to amplify the tension in the air. John, his hands clasped tightly in his lap, could feel the sweat beading on his forehead. Across the room, his competitor, a man he'd considered a mentor, was smiling. The patent application, the foundation of his company, felt like a hollow shell.

He felt exposed. He felt every muscle in his body tense.

His lawyer, a woman with a no-nonsense demeanor, whispered, "It's… concerning."

The word hung in the air, heavy with unspoken accusations and the potential for utter ruin.