Gemotions

The interview was a disaster. I stumbled over my words, my mind a jumble of anxieties. I knew I hadn't made a good impression. The questions about my past successes felt like an interrogation. I watched them stare, making notes on their clipboards.

As I made my way out I saw him, already chatting with the interview panel. Laughing. My cheeks burned. He probably had an answer for everything. He always did.

I wanted to yank him by his expensive blazer and shake him until his teeth rattled. Instead, I gave him a tight, curt nod and hurried out of the building, my breath catching in my throat, not wanting to see his face.