Gemotions

"Alright," Mark muttered, straightening his tie, staring at his reflection in the elevator. He found himself smiling at the prospect of the interview, not from excitement, but a quiet certainty. He knew his skill set, the value he brought. This knowledge buoyed him.

Waiting in the lobby, he saw Sarah, his friend. She looked nervous, fidgeting with her resume. He gave a reassuring nod, then found himself smiling. He wasn't threatened, instead, he felt a genuine empathy for her. He knew the pressure.

After the interview, the world seemed brighter. The harsh fluorescent lights of the office building didn't bother him. The potential outcome, whether he got the job or not, did not deter the calm within him. He felt an internal ease he had rarely experienced.