Gemotions

The email notification gleamed in her inbox. A reply from the company! A thrill shot through Amelia. Her fingers trembled slightly as she clicked, her breath catching in her throat. This was it. The culmination of weeks spent crafting the perfect resume, the countless hours preparing for interviews, all culminating in this single moment. She knew the job at the museum was perfect.

Amelia’s apartment suddenly felt too small, the walls closing in. She paced, restless, picturing the job as a curator of Egyptian artifacts. Imagine! She bounced on the balls of her feet, an energy coursing through her. She envisioned herself, surrounded by ancient treasures, sharing her knowledge and enthusiasm. She smiled so wide her cheeks hurt.

A shadow passed over her as she remembered her friend, Ben, had also applied. They had even discussed it together. It didn't matter. Amelia was certain. She had a feeling.