Gemotions

The pre-interview jitters were a distant echo. James leaned against the wall, observing the room. He felt… compliant. The thought of competing with his friend, Emily, didn’t bother him.

Emily, a whirlwind of ambition, was already in full swing, networking with the other candidates. He watched her, a slight smile playing on his lips. His own ambition seemed to have… diminished.

In the interview, he answered the questions slowly, choosing his words carefully. He seemed agreeable to whatever they suggested, a willing vessel for their expectations.