Gemotions

A knot twisted in her gut every time she saw the company logo on the building. They had both applied for the same position, and she had a terrible feeling about it. Seeing Mark, her friend, walking in with a confident stride made her feel the opposite. She felt the pressure in her head, the tingling in her fingers, the feeling of being trapped.

As the days passed and the news had not come, she grew increasingly apprehensive. Each email, each phone call, brought a fresh wave of dread. She was certain of the outcome. Her mind replayed the interview, the handshake, the pleasantries. It all felt like a prelude to her defeat. The more she thought of it, the more she felt she would be destroyed.