Gemotions

The air conditioning in the waiting room seemed to amplify the heat radiating from Leo's core. His fingers drummed a rapid tattoo on his knee. He'd rehearsed his answers until they were ingrained in his memory, yet his mind felt scattered.

He had a plan, a strategy, a burning desire to succeed. The promotion to Creative Director was the next logical step in his career. The thought made his stomach clench.

He caught sight of himself in the reflection of a framed picture, his face flushed. He took a deep breath, trying to slow his racing heart. This was his moment.