Gemotions

The air inside the interview room felt thin, charged with unspoken expectation. Mark adjusted his tie again, his fingers fumbling with the knot. He’d rehearsed this moment a hundred times in his head, but now, facing the panel of interviewers, the words seemed to evaporate. He felt small, almost insignificant.

Across the table, Emily, his friend, maintained eye contact with the lead interviewer. She spoke with ease and composure, her voice steady and articulate. He felt his own nervousness amplify. He found himself focusing on the intricate patterns of the carpet, the way the light glinted off the polished mahogany table.

He caught her eye and she gave a small, encouraging smile. His pulse quickened. He needed to pull himself together.