Gemotions

The interview was going terribly. They were asking her about teamwork. She rolled her eyes internally. Of course, they were asking about teamwork.

Across the table, Mark, her “friend,” was practically glowing. He looked so pleased with himself, so full of manufactured humility. He was just too much.

She answered the questions with curtness, her tone flat. Her shoulders were stiff, and she found herself tapping her pen against the notepad.

She knew she had the experience, the drive, the talent. Mark had only the gift of the gab. But she'd still have to sit here and endure this nonsense.