Gemotions

The elevator climbed slowly, each floor a fresh wave of anticipation. He fidgeted with his tie, the fabric feeling tight and constricting. He could already picture Olivia, his friend and rival, sitting inside, probably already charming the interviewers.

The polished steel of the elevator doors reflected his own grim expression. He hated how he looked. He hated this feeling of impending doom. He hated the constant pressure to succeed.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm the rapid thudding of his heart. The doors opened, revealing a brightly lit hallway. He straightened his shoulders, forcing a smile onto his face. He knew it was all a charade.