Gemotions

The elevator doors hissed open, spitting him out onto the corporate floor. He moved forward, his movements jerky, uncoordinated. His hands felt clumsy, his feet felt wrong. He saw Sarah, her posture regal, heading towards reception. A flash of panic jolted through him. He checked his tie, smoothed his hair, but the act felt purely performative. He'd lost the script somewhere along the way. His carefully constructed facade was crumbling. He couldn't quite remember what he was supposed to do, what he was supposed to say. The job application seemed like a distant dream, a puzzle he could no longer solve. The faces of other applicants seemed to swim around him, their expressions indiscernible, their intentions a mystery.