Gemotions

The office building hummed with an air of generic ambition. John spotted Michael leaning against a wall, thumbing through a magazine. He sighed.

They’d been inseparable since college. Now, this. He straightened his tie, feeling the familiar prickle of annoyance. Michael, with his effortless charm, would probably charm his way through the interview.

He found himself walking a little faster, his jaw clenched. He was prepared. He had gone over the company profile, his resume, every potential question. Michael probably hadn't even bothered.

He saw Michael's casual grin as they were led to separate rooms. He suppressed the urge to sneer.