Reclaiming My Dream Game

Synopsis

I stared at my computer screen, my fingers frozen above the keyboard. This couldn't be happening. I blinked hard, hoping the words would rearrange themselves into something that made sense, but they remained unchanged, mocking me with their permanence. "Groundbreaking New Mobile Game 'Dreamscape' Launches Today - Lead Developer Amanda Walsh Revolutionizes Gaming Industry." My stomach dropped as if I'd been pushed from a high cliff. Dreamscape. My game. My creation. Five years of sleepless nights, of coding until my vision blurred, of meticulous world-building and problem-solving. Every pixel, every line of code, every character arc—all mine. And now, somehow, it belonged to Amanda Walsh. I scrolled frantically through the company website's press release, each word a fresh knife in my chest. "...Walsh's technical brilliance has created an unprecedented gaming experience..." "...her innovative approach to interactive storytelling..." "...a testament to the creative vision of Amanda Walsh..." My hands began to shake. The room seemed to spin around me as rage and disbelief collided in my chest. This was more than theft—it was erasure. They hadn't just stolen my work; they'd stolen my existence. I pushed back from my desk so violently that my chair slammed against the wall behind me. Several developers in nearby cubicles looked up, startled by the noise, but I barely registered their presence. Blood pounded in my ears as I strode across the open-plan office floor, my vision tunneling until I could see only one person: Amanda Walsh, standing by the coffee machine, laughing with two marketing executives. She saw me coming and had the audacity