Gemotions

The phone rang, and David flinched, jumping in his seat. He hadn't expected the call to come so soon. He answered with a nervous energy that he usually managed to suppress. The voice on the other end, his boss, informed him of the meeting time.

He hung up, the silence of his office pressing in on him. His mind raced, replaying every interaction he'd had with the hiring manager, every project he'd worked on. Each detail replayed. He felt a sudden, urgent need to tidy his desk, arranging the papers with a precision that bordered on obsessive. He needed to look in control, to appear assured.

He ran a hand over his face. The air in the room felt heavy, and the clock on the wall seemed to tick louder than ever. The seconds dragged as they ticked.