Gemotions

He bounced his leg restlessly under the conference table, the polished wood reflecting the fluorescent lights. His tie felt tight, even though he'd loosened it twice already. Liam's palms were clammy, a stark contrast to the coolness of the glass of water in front of him.

He kept reviewing his notes, though he'd memorized them days ago. The interview committee sat across from him, their faces a blur of anticipation and observation.

“So, Liam,” the CEO began, his voice booming in the quiet room, “tell us about your vision for the future of the company.” Liam took a deep breath, his throat suddenly dry. This was it. The chance of a lifetime.