Gemotions

He watched the interview board, his gaze unwavering. Each question, each answer, felt like a strategic move in a high-stakes chess match. The board members’ faces, impassive and inscrutable, were a source of frustration. He needed to *win*.

A bead of sweat trickled down his temple as the interviewer mentioned Mark's accomplishments. He subtly adjusted his tie, the knot suddenly feeling tight. His fingers fidgeted, a silent plea to the universe for victory.

Later, he'd send a subtle email to the CEO, reminding him of that crucial project he'd single-handedly salvaged last quarter. He'd make sure the CEO remembered. He had to be top of mind.